Ezra

I’ve barely settled back in the house when my phone lights up with a text.

My brows pinch together when I see it’s from Wren.

Pretty Girl: Hi, babe. I’ve gotten home safe.

A perfect string of text.

From…Wren?

Plus, it’s way too soon to get to Ray’s. It’s been what? Five minutes? Ten?

A bad feeling nags at the back of my mind but I shove it off. Maybe Quincy helped her type it out.

But she’d have indicated. She always does.

My stomach churns as I read the text ...