Wren

We hear the car pull into the driveway and before I can help Quincy to her feet, the door clicks upon and Ray marches in.

I don’t see Ezra behind him.

“Ray, is—”

“Ezra’s waiting in the car, Chirp. Help him clean up his wound.”

My stomach dips. “Wound?”

He sighs and settles on the sofa beside Quincy. “I’ll explain later, but for now, we need to breathe. Go.”

“O-okay. Bye guys.” I grab my bag and rush out of the house.

Sure enough, Ezra’s engine is still ...