Wren

[Six Days Later]

When Quincy steps into the kitchen, I glare at her. Worse, Ray follows behind her, shirtless and in a pair of sweats.

His brown hair sticks up everywhere, and it’s times like this that I notice how different we are.

I’ve been told we look nothing alike, and some days I see just how true that statement is.

“We’re sorry,” Quincy mumbles, her cheeks red.

I cross my arms. “This is the third night I’ve heard you guys. Why, just why, can’t you hold out ...