Ezra

AJ: Word on the street, Mitch got to Wren. Not sure of the deets. Delete this msg.

That is the text that sends a chill up my spine, and when my eyes find Wren, they harden.

My hands ball into fists, nearly crushing my phone.

Not taking my eyes off her, I lean toward Beth. “I need a word with Wren, keep an eye on the kids and…cover for us.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Mitch.”

That one word is enough explanation. The name that causes terror to push through my veins, the name ...