Wren

I’ve been cooped up in my room for two days straight.

Thankfully, Lizzy and Mrs Dee have been nothing short of amazing. They bring me food, water and help me out when I need anything.

I’m still pissed.

At my brother, at Tristan’s death…and of course, at Ezra, the bane of my existence.

I have also been grieving, consoling myself with memories, and pictures.

But worse, I’ve been forcing myself to go through the brief text thread between Tristan and I when we first started ...