Wren
I scramble off him and hold the phone to my ear, heart pounding.
“Quincy? Is every—”
“Donovan just called,” she whispers. “He’s coming home. And Ray doesn’t look like he’ll be sleeping anytime soon. Come home, Wren.”
“B-but…I can still sneak back in, right?”
She lets out a breath. “Yes. But if Donovan comes home before you, he’s going to be up patrolling. You know how he is.”
“He’s so annoying, Jesus.” I pinch the corners of my eyes. “Alright, I’ll be coming home. Thank you.”
The line goes quiet for a bit before she speaks. “You sound happier, better. I wish Ray could see how good you both are together.”
I smile at Ezra and his brows draw closer, eyes narrowed as he sits up. “What?” He mouths.
But I bite my lip, hiding my wide smile. “I am happier, Quincy.”
“I’m happy for yo
