Ezra

My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I don’t take it out.

Instead, I smile at the interaction between Wren, Beth and the kids.

“Mommy, aunt’s Wren arm is all better. Look!” Noah pokes at Wren's injury site.

Wren winces.

“It is better, Noah darling. But we don’t go around poking people, okay?” Beth scolds softly.

“Oops.” He gives Wren a toothy grin. “Sorry, aunt Wren.”

She ruffles his hair. “That’s okay. But uncle EJ and I have to go now.”

As she moves to ...