Wren

It’s been two days since that incident and I’m yet to have Ezra to myself. Everyone has been staying at the house, fussing over him.

While I sit here, waiting my turn.

“This house is stunning though,” Brittany murmurs to me, sliding her hand across the kitchen island.

I don’t reply, instead I take a spoon of the food Lizzy and Torch cooked.

Not everyone sleeps over, just Ray, Quincy, Torch and Lizzy. So even at night, I can’t even be with him.

And as the hours tick, it ...