The next morning, Ezra woke up feeling an odd weakness throughout his body. However, as he lay there, everything seemed fine. Shermaine simply told him it was because he’d had too much to drink the night before.
On the table beside him was a beautifully wrapped box. Ezra’s curiosity piqued, but Shermaine, looking a little embarrassed, explained, “That’s your anniversary gift. Don’t open it yet. Wait until tonight when you get back.”
Ezra felt a warmth in his heart as he pulled her into his arms, a rare trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. He spoke softly, “Shermaine, after this week, I’ll take you abroad for a month. We’ll get away and clear our minds.”
Shermaine gave a brief nod before quickly pulling herself from his embrace. “Hurry up. We’re going to be late.”
