Ezra
The plane touches down in Minnesota and when Wren smiles wide at me, I know I did the right thing.
“We’re really here,” she gushes.
I nod. “We are.”
She’s giddy with excitement and when we alight, my phone floods in with texts.
Two from Beth.
Beth: Call me when you land.
Beth: Now, why the f**k will you send that picture to me?
I also have a text from AJ.
AJ: You can’t send things like this without a warning, Ezra.
The picture of mom, Wren and I is what’s got their panties in a twist.
Sighing, I type out a single message to both of them.
Me: Visit your mother. She’s doing better and she misses you.
Wren looks up from the baggage claim. “Everything okay?”
“Yes love. They’re raging over the picture.”
She smiles softly. “It’s good you decided to send it when you’re far f
