Ezra
The silence becomes louder, the tension suddenly growing thicker. Ray gives me a long look, brows drawn close together and then he nods once.
“Okay, we can talk in my office,” he says, then turns to everyone else. “Thank you all once again, and that would be all.”
Music blasts through speakers, MaryAnne begins screaming, and chatters erupt as I walk behind Ray, his massive shoulders not hard to miss as he saunters down the hallway.
Wren catches up to me. “I think I want to be a part of this.”
I slip my hands into hers as we enter Ray’s office, clicking his door shut.
“Talk to me.” Ray sits, elbows on the desk and hands clasped under his chin. “What’s going on?”
Swallowing, Wren and I exchange looks and we take our seats.
“You’ve been an amazing brother, friend and president to
