Ezra

The men walk out after their threat, and I don’t look at Wren. I physically can’t bring myself to because I know exactly what I’ll find.

I turn on my heels, heading up the stairs.

“No, you don’t!” She screams, her footsteps following after me until it stops. “Let me go, Raymond, I swear to god…get back here, Ezra!”

My door slams shut, drowning out the mumbling from downstairs. I sink down on my bed, hand in my hair.

Before I can process, the door flies open and Wren ...