Marta continued to busy herself with the folding. She let her mind wander for a moment as she thought about her suitcases currently hidden in the alley. She hadn't had a chance to look in them and see exactly what her parents gave her. They could be empty for all she knew, but hopefully they at least gave her some clothes. Though Marta knew a lot of her outfits were not acceptable for her new lifestyle, she needed something to wear and she felt bad for borrowing all of Edith's clothes. She heard Ezra speak, and she listened to his words, but her mind still couldn't fully process an answer. She was going to try and think of something to say, when she suddenly heard the mattress squeak. Glancing up, she saw Ezra stand from the bed. That immediately grabbed Marta's attention. She dropped the pair of pants in her hands, and took a few steps, meeting Ezra half way.

She got to him just in time, to have him partially collapse in her arms. She held him carefully around the waist, careful not to touch his ribs. This was the first time he stood on his own, and Marta wanted to scold him like a child, but then he said what said. Marta looked up, her eyes softened and filled with love. She carefully leaned over, planting a sweet kiss on his lips. She pulled back and smiled at him, "You are too stubborn for your own good." 

They both were stubborn, which is why they couldn't keep away from each other. Ezra was being stubborn in his determination to keep Marta happy at all costs. She let out a happy sigh, and gave him another shift kiss, before helping him back into the bed. Once he was settled, Marta sat down, facing Ezra. 

"I meant what I said to Atalia. I am not going to keep you from seeing her. She is too important to you, and I have no right to interfere. I just want you to be honest with me about your relationship with her. When you keep it hidden that is what upsets me. It makes me feel like you don't trust me, which I know isn't the case." 

She sat there, running her fingers gently up and down Ezra's arms. She noticed she started doing things like that without even noticing. She liked feeling Ezra's skin and hair under her fingers, it kept her grounded. And Ezra never complained.

"And I am sorry for being so stand-offish just now. I just...I ..." Marta wasn't sure how to tell him what happened to her earlier. "I went home earlier today to get some clean clothes. My parents, they were there waiting for me, with two suitcases. They kicked me out." Marta decided to hold off on telling him how exactly they found out. Marta and his parents never mentioned Oscar or what happened to him around Ezra. They did not want to trigger anything and make Ezra have a panic attack. 

"I just have a lot on my mind, you know... have to figure out where I am going to live now" she said, half sarcastically, half serious. She didn't want to assume she could stay here, with Ezra's family, but she really hoped she could. She felt more at home everyday. It didn't even bother her how much she has sacrificed. She no longer has food prepared for every meal, or a driver waiting to take her wherever she wanted to go, or a bathroom all to herself. None of those materialistic things matter, as long as she had Ezra by her side.