Ezra
There’s some shuffling behind Ray’s door and my heart races as the footsteps come closer.
Wren’s phone in my hand feels like a bomb, something I shouldn’t be holding. Not after everything that’s happened.
“This visit couldn’t wait, babe?” I hear Ray’s annoyed mumble, and the door pulls open.
His frown only deepens when he sees me. “What are you doing here?”
Ray stands in front of me with a small sock in his hand—that could only belong to the baby—and a glare in his eyes.
“Wren,” I begin.
“She’s asleep,” he interrupts, and points his finger at me. “And you’re not welcome here. Stay away from my little sister.”
And that f*****g does it.
The way he says ‘little’, like she’s a baby, a minor. Yet, she’s a full grown adult.
Rage settles in my chest, all the anxiety I had earlier
