Marta felt the weight of the couch shift and she looked to her side and saw Edith sitting next to her. Marta respectfully listened to everything Edith said, and Marta felt her body shaking, but she did her best to disguise it by holding a pillow against her chest. Everything the woman said, Marta was aware of. She knew of the arrangement, and she knew it would be the best thing for Ezra, and Marta didn't even deserve what her mother was saying. Marta would almost prefer that his parents banish her entirely and said they ever see her around here again, they would have her arrested. Or at least taken away forcefully. Marta didn't want that to happen, but felt it needed to happen. She needed to stay away from Ezra, but she couldn't. She was addicted to him. She wanted to be near him everyday. She wanted his touch, to hear his voice, to smell the fresh baked items in his hair, she wanted it all. But there was no way in hell she deserved it. Even when Marta converted officially, she knew deep down, his parents would always resent her. She was a black cloud over their family. 

Marta didn't say a word, but stood when Edith did. She walked over to the kitchen and waited for Edith to pour Ezra his soup, which consisted of mostly a broth and a few carrots. She placed it all on a tray, along with a glass of water. Edith was about to usher Marta into the bedroom, when she noticed the state of the girl. Letting out a sigh, Edith removed the sweater from her body and handed it to Marta. Marta frowned a bit out of confusion, but looked down and noticed for the first time the blood stain covering her dress. She suddenly felt nauseous, but suppressed it while she slipped the sweater on. Marta then lifted the tray and walked over to the bedroom just as Abe walked out. He gave her a nod and held the door open for her. Once Marta slipped into the room, Abe closed the door behind her, but left it open a crack. Marta didn't dare close it all the way. 

She saw Ezra lying on the bed, his shirt was not on. Marta could see the newly formed bruises which surrounded his previous scars. Marta wanted to cry, but taking a deep breath, she did her best to act calm. The focus did not need to be on her or her emotions. All that mattered was taking care of Ezra and getting him back to full health. She walked over and smiled gently as she carefully sat on the edge of the bed, holding the tray in her lap. 

"Hungry?" she asked quietly as she carefully laid a napkin across his lap and got ready to feed him the soup.