<div style="text-align: center">《 Hannah and Armando 》<br/>
<i>Location: His bed<i>room, third floor</i><br/>
Addressing: Ezra</i>​</div><br/><br/>Armando opened the door, gathering what he could from the situation, and gesturing for the men to stop crowding the woman. They were making it worse and this seemed like something that needed to run its course, rather than interrupted.<br/><br/>Ezra was the one who had tried to reason with her? More fuel to the fire. What could he possibly say that would help in this situation. She was more furious that Wesley didn't have the backbone to tell him to shut the fuck up. She did, though.<br/><br/>"Shut your fucking mouth! I don't want to hear anything from you," she snapped. "You don't tell me what my husband does! You don't make decisions for my marriage!" She was red faced, beyond belief that Ezra would have the audacity to speak for her family after what he'd done. Her tiny body was quaking in rage as she stood, considering. Then the thought struck her.<br/><br/>"I bet Hale knew about this. I was thinking.<i>. Why</i>are Ezra and Anise on the list?" Ezra was useful to the community. Anise was easy to be around, kept to herself, and did what she was told. "It's because of this. Someone<i>knew</i>. He has eyes everywhere, so someone knew. This is the reason you're getting kicked out. You're being punished, and so is your sister. It's your fault. I hope you're happy. I hope it was worth it when it's Anise's blood on your hands."<br/><br/>She yanked Wesley forward and snatched one of the empty duffel bags, looking to Armando leaning against the door frame. Hale's right hand man. She wiped the tears from her eyes, collecting herself.<br/><br/>"I was right, wasn't I?" she asked, but he didn't answer. He didn't need to. She believed it in her heart. She shot her gaze back towards her husband.<br/><br/>"You better pray Alice and Patrick will offer you their couch, because you're not staying with me."<br/><br/><br/>Armando knew what it was the moment he realized it wasn't a lost child. Hannah had figured it out, the entire situation. Hale had hoped removing Ezra would make it easier for Wesley to value that family that he had. With Hannah on her way, and her humiliated husband in tow, he turned to direct further orders.<br/><br/>"I need the single hooked up, Brian's body prepared, and brought to the gate. "<br/><br/>"What are they going to do with his body?"<br/><br/>"I don't know. Bury him, I assume. Send them with shovels in case that's what they want to do."<br/><br/>"That's fucking stupid. They're going to get themselves killed trying to dig a hole big enough for him."<br/><br/>"If you're worried about it, feel free to go out there and help them dig," Armando told him. "I will be. If they'll take the help. Brian was a good man." He hadn't deserved to die.  Armando looked to Ezra.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't linger here long, in case Hannah finds out more details and decides to come back," Armando suggested, heading back down the hall. He intended to make his way to the stables to bring the single horse carriage up to move Brian's body.