Wren

“Oh, honey…” My bottom lip juts out as Hannah sniffles, a tear rolling down her cheeks. “Come here.”

She runs into my arms and I pick her up, giving her a long hug.

“I’ll come back before you know it,” I whisper. “I promise. I’ll make sure your daddy brings me back.”

“T-tomorrow?”

Ezra gives a subtle shake of his head, but I see how it breaks him. Noah stands beside Beth, not seeming to care either way.

Hannah and Noah are so different. But their difference ...