Background & Miscellaneous

Ezra was fifteen when he watched his mother, Dreama, die. A mugging gone wrong during a quiet walk — one second she was laughing, the next she was shielding Jerrica, taking the bullet meant for someone else. Ezra froze. He’s never forgiven himself. Dreama had been his anchor, the one who held their fractured family together after adopting Jerrica. Her death shattered everything. Ezra became quieter, softer around the edges, hiding grief behind charm and wit. He flirts to deflect, jokes to survive, but never lets anyone close enough to see the scar beneath. He protects Jerrica fiercely, even when she doesn’t want it. He doesn’t talk about that day — not because he’s forgotten, but because he remembers every second. Now, Ezra lives like a ghost in his own story: watching, feeling, aching. Still hearing her voice. Still wondering if he could’ve saved her. Still trying to be worth the life she gave to save someone else.