Wren
The house is empty when I wake up. Ezra didn’t come to bed, the evidence is in the coolness of his side.
My heart sinks to my stomach, a frown pulling on my lips. With a sigh, I do my daily clean up, and take a shower, settling in front of the TV a few hours later.
And then, I call Judi.
She answers after the fourth ring. “Hey, honey.”
Her breathy voice reaches my ears. My brows pinch.
“Are you okay?”
“Um–” a small smack comes in through the phone, followed by hushed whispers. “Y-yes, Wren. C-can I call you b-back…ohh, yeaa...” she moans.
My jaw drops. “You’ve got be kidding me, Judi! Call me where you’re done.”
I jam the red button, a blush coating my cheeks. Of course she’s getting laid. Ugh! This girl.
My thumbs hover on Ezra’s name when I eventually find it. What would I
