Wren
[Two Days Later]
I place my plate in the dishwasher when Ray walks in with MaryAnne in his arms.
“You’re still mad at me,” he mumbles, and grabs her bottle that’s been warming up.
I don’t reply.
“Wren? Chirp?” He tries again. “I’m sorry, okay? I am.”
“For what, exactly?”
His head bows. “For treating you and Ezra that way. I’m sorry. It was selfish, and I…I shouldn’t have.”
It’s the first time he’s truly apologizing without any excuses attached. Other apologies were backed up by ‘I have to protect you,’ or ‘Ezra’s not right for you’.
This time, it’s different and it thaws my hard heart. Only a little.
“Yea. You shouldn’t have,” I reply.
“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”
“I’m still upset, Ray. It’s not going to change just because you apologized.”
“I get it,” h
