Wren

The house is empty when I wake up. Ezra didn’t come to bed, the evidence is in the coolness of his side.

My heart sinks to my stomach, a frown pulling on my lips. With a sigh, I do my daily clean up, and take a shower, settling in front of the TV a few hours later.

And then, I call Judi.

She answers after the fourth ring. “Hey, honey.”

Her breathy voice reaches my ears. My brows pinch.

“Are you okay?”

“Um–” a small smack comes in through the phone, followed by hushed ...