Wren

Ezra barges into the room, alongsideTorch and Lizzy.

“Wren!” Ezra rushes to my side, where I’m crumpled on the floor, trembling. “What’s wrong?”

I’m immediately crowded but I can’t speak, tears leaking from my eyes.

Someone presses a hand to my forehead. “She’s fine, definitely not a fever.”

From the corner of my eye, Ezra picks up my phone. He scrolls a bit, and his jaw tightens.

“Birdie…”

The way he says my name only makes me cry harder.

“He’s ...