Wren

“Welcome home, Birdie,” Ezra announces the moment we step out of his car.

My jaw drops at the mansion in front of us, greenery lines the house. The sight in front of me dissolves every hurt, and irritation.

“This is your house?” I gawk, eyes wide while Ezra grabs my suitcase from the trunk.

He stands beside me, staring at the gorgeous building looming over us. “It is.”

“Just how much money do you have?”

“Honestly?” He tsks. “More than I know what to do ...