Wren

I miss Ezra.

But I’m still upset with him.

On just my second day at Ray’s, I’m ready to go home.

Quincy’s been our only link for communication via text. Calling Ezra is not an option at all, not when I have a really nosy brother.

And when Ray’s not around, he’s with Ezra.

It’s been horrible.

Exhausting.

Annoying.

“He says; ‘why do you have a big brother, babe?’” Quincy reads from my phone. “And why do you have dyslexia? I have to censor my words because of ...