Ezra's pov

Once Hera and I had finished loading my belongings into the truck, Kanan came out. With a faint smile and a wave he came over torwards us and hopped in the driver's seat. Hera in the passenger side but I refused to get in the truck. "Ezra?" I heard Hera's soft voice call, before I could answer memories flooded my vision

Flash back five months ago before cancer diagnosis and Ezra's last attempted Foster family.

I've finally found them, the perfect family. A family called the Anderson's came in today and adopted me, they had adopted another young boy from here who mentioned about me I guess. They decided to adopt one more time and from what I've heard from the other boy they had adopted, they're really nice people. I smiled in the back seat as we all played eye spy, I'm home.

Back to the present

We never made it to their house, a drunk driver in a pick-up truck hit us straight on. No one made it except for me, and that was the last family to take me in....
Of all things they drive a pick-up truck.

Hera's pov

Ezra seemed blank for a minute but took a gulp and got in the truck. What was that about? Maybe the file has an answer. I remember his last family was in a car accident maybe that has something to do wi-.....
O dear.....

Tomorrow's will be longer.😉
I'm sick right now so I'm just really tired and have back pain. Tomorrow will be more!☺️

Col out🎺🎻🥁🎺🎻🥁