Marta felt warmth envelope her body when she heard Ezra confirmed what she had hoped. That this was her home now. Every day she spent here, she found more and more comfort in being here. She loved the smells, the way it always smelt like fresh made baked goods. She loved the simplicity. Her parent's house was filled with art, and sculptures and whatever they could find to make their house more extravagant so when they had company they would be impressed. Marta found it all materialistic and tacky. Despite being given whatever she wanted, Marta had always kept her room simple. She only had one portrait hanging, it was a painting of the ocean view from the beaches in France they went to every summer. That may be the only sacrifice Marta will miss. The chance to see the ocean. It was truly spectacular and Marta loved the feeling of the sand between her toes, and the water hitting her legs, all while watching a beautiful sunset. But she had something better. A man who loved her and she loved back.

"I feel more at home here than I ever did at my parent's house" she said, "I just didn't want to assume. But I promise to work and earn my keep here."

She knew Ezra wouldn't kick her out if she decided to sit around all day, but his parents would not be too fond of that idea. But Marta wanted to make sure she didn't give them more reasons to hate her. She saw that they were beginning to accept her more and more, but ultimately, she knew if she disappeared suddenly they would not be heartbroken, unlike their son. When Ezra pulled her close to him, she carefully laid down on her side, facing Ezra, resting her head carefully on his shoulder and resting her hand on his upper chest, avoiding his ribs. She would never bore of this or never stop wanting to be in Ezra's arms. It made her feel things she never thought possible. 

When Ezra asked her house her parents found out, Marta inwardly cringed. She didn't want to tell him, it would only upset him, but then he guessed it. Letting out a sigh, Marta propped herself up onto her elbows, still lying next to Ezra, but could look into his eyes. 

"It was my fault. I stupidly continued to use Sarah as my alibi. I just couldn't focus on my cover story. I guess my parents finally called Sarah's house to ask about me, but Oscar took the phone and told them everything. I am not upset they know, I am just upset how they found out. I did want to tell them, I just didn't know how yet."

Marta looked away, feeling the tears forming in her eyes once again. She is surprised her body could still form tears after the amount she has cried in the past few weeks. But crying was good, it was cleansing. She only let a few spill before collecting herself. Then she suddenly remembered; reaching into her pocket, she pulled out Ezra's necklace and handed it to him.

"Sarah caught me as I was leaving my parent's house. She apologize and said she hated everything her brother has done" she said, "She knows she can't fix it, but she managed to get that back for you."