Wren

My eyes light up as I spot a small gift box on my bed. Tentatively, I walk the rest of the way into the room and pick it up.

Ribbons fly everywhere, and I gasp at the content of the box. A dainty silver necklace sits in the velvet cushion, with a pair of matching earrings.

Tears spring to my eyes, bottom lip jutting out in a pout as I hold the box up to the light.

“Ezra!” I call, marching out of my room and knocking on his door. “Open up.”

His footsteps pad softly from behind ...