Chapter 123. Perfect String of Text

Ezra POV

I’ve barely settled back in the house when my phone lights up with a text.

My brows pinch together when I see it’s from Wren.

Pretty Girl: Hi, babe. I’ve gotten home safe.

A perfect string of text. 

From…Wren?

Plus, it’s way too soon to get to Ray’s. It’s been what? Five minutes? Ten?

A bad feeling nags at the back of my mind but I shove it off. Maybe Quincy helped her type it out. 

But she’d have indicated. She always does.

My stomach churns as I read the text over and over again.

“Fuck it,” I mutter and punch down on the call button.

It goes straight to voicemail.