Wren

My eyes drift to Ezra for the tenth time this night. Since the call, he’s been much more quiet.

“Baby?” I lift a brow, watching him twirl the spoon around his food. He’s been eating really slowly too.

He forces a smile. “Yes, love?”

“Are you going to tell me what the call was about?”

“It’s nothing really.”

“You look like you have a lot on your mind.”

“I’m just thinking,” he replies. “Eat, love. I’m fine.”

“You’re not eating ...