Wren

“What?!” I shriek.

My breath ceases in my lungs, stomach hollowing out.

Ezra slumps down on his bed, hand in his hair.

“Yea,” he croaks, lifting red-rimmed eyes to me. “We’re on a search for a boyfriend worthy of you.”

The words come out bitter, dry.

He told me about Ray’s dumb idea to get me a boyfriend. And I’m speechless, at a total loss for words.

“W-what did you say?”

“What would you have me say, Wren? Ray will never approve of this, he’s not going ...