Ezra

If Ray could burn a hole through our intertwined hands by just staring, he would. Although, the stare isn’t angry, more like…resigned.

This past few weeks, he’s been acting like the Raymond I used to know and love. Always checking up on me, asking about Wren and I.

He even came to visit, stayed a couple hours—I thought it’d be awkward, but surprisingly, even with the elephant in the room, it wasn’t.

“EJ!” He shakes my hand and pulls me in for a bro hug. We do all that ...