Ezra went through the documents, his eyes scanning the words as fast as he could.
What he saw wasn't painting a very good picture.
He dropped the document and sighed, leaning back in his chair.
His hands came up to rub his temples even though he wasn't feeling any pain.
That was how frustrated he was.
He stared down at the pile of documents spread across the table in front of him, fighting the urge to scatter them across the floor.
He was currently sitting in the room of records which now felt empty of insight and history both in content and in hope.
The shelves were currently looking bare, as if a wind had come through and wept everything off.
He'd spent time here with his wives. This was not his idea of family bonding.
Across from him, Olivia and Gen were seated at the table, also going through the documents in front of them.
