Wren

[One Month Later]

I skim the scar on my belly gently, thankful that it’s healing.

Since everything happened, I’ve been staying at the clubhouse. Away from Raymond and his baby—I really just need some space from babies for a bit—and away from Ezra.

Though, the tension had dissipated between Ezra and I, I barely see him. He doesn’t come to the clubhouse except to say ‘hi’ to me.

We haven’t hugged, or kissed, but my feelings haven’t changed. And neither has his because ...