Chapter 117. A New Protector

Wren POV

I blink up at the ceiling, eyes raw and dry, like they’ve been stuffed with cotton balls.

It’s been a week since Ray found out about Ezra and I. It’s been a week since little MaryAnne was born. And it’s been a week since I heard from Ezra.

I’ve called, left tons of voice messages, even texted…but he hasn’t picked up, neither has he responded.

Is this how it’s going to be? Is this…over?

My throat closes at the thought, and I swallow.

“Wren.” I feel a tap on my knee and I jerk.

My hand flies to my chest—soothing my racing heart—when I see Quincy. “Jesus, Quincy. You almost gave me a heart attack.” 

“I’ve been knocking for a while.” She smiles softly, settling on the bed. “When