Ezra

The plane touches down in Minnesota and when Wren smiles wide at me, I know I did the right thing.

“We’re really here,” she gushes.

I nod. “We are.”

She’s giddy with excitement and when we alight, my phone floods in with texts.

Two from Beth.

Beth: Call me when you land.

Beth: Now, why the fuck will you send that picture to me?

I also have a text from AJ.

AJ: You can’t send things like this without a warning, Ezra.

The picture of mom, Wren and I is what’s got ...