Wren

I scramble off him and hold the phone to my ear, heart pounding.

“Quincy? Is every—”

“Donovan just called,” she whispers. “He’s coming home. And Ray doesn’t look like he’ll be sleeping anytime soon. Come home, Wren.”

“B-but…I can still sneak back in, right?”

She lets out a breath. “Yes. But if Donovan comes home before you, he’s going to be up patrolling. You know how he is.”

“He’s so annoying, Jesus.” I pinch the corners of my eyes. “Alright, ...