Ezra

“Dear Hannah girl, I’m sorry,” Wren reads. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the mother you deserve, I’m sorry that I never got to meet you, but I also didn’t want to disrupt the happy life you already have going on.

I was young, I was stupid, I didn’t know any better but that doesn’t excuse the years I’ve missed with you. If you’re reading this, then I’m gone. And I regret not seeing you, so, so much.” She pauses.

Our eyes lock on each other and on Hannah ...