Wren

“Aunt Wren,” Hannah starts, taking in a deep breath. She looks so nervous, skin flushed and clammy.

My brows pinch in worry. What exactly does she want? I’ll give her the world.

I have to say, her nervousness is making me queasy.

“Talk to me, love,” I urge softly. “I’ll give you anything.”

Her eyes go big and round, filling up with tears. “I know that it’s my birthday but I want to say thank you for always taking care of me, and playing with me, and tucking me in ...