Wren

“I can’t believe you, Wren!” Ray pulls into the driveway.

“You had no right, Ray! No right!” I get out of the car, slamming the door shut as I march into the house.

He’s right behind me, fuming. “Of all people? Ezra? That man is thirty-three! He’s older than you by a decade!”

“I’m twenty four!”

“It doesn’t change anything!” The door flings open. “You will not see him again. I won’t allow it.”

I whirl on him, glaring through blurry vision. “You ...