Ezra

Their voices carry into the living room.

“What exactly is your problem, Ray? I can’t do something nice for EJ? Is that it? Hm?” Wren yells.

“Why are you being defensive?”

“Me?” Wren blurts. “I’m being defensive? If I’m defensive, then you’re overbearing as fuck, Ray.”

I wince.

This is not what I wanted. It’s the first time they’re yelling at each other and it pricks at me.

Guilt creeps up my spine. I stare down at my hands, heart pounding because I ...