Chapter 5. Well Played

Wren

“May he rest in peace, and may those who loved him find strength in one another as they carry on,” the funeral officiant concludes.

We bow our heads as the casket is lowered to the ground. Ray and I grab fistfuls of damp earth and throw it down on the casket.

The words on the tomb stone blur together, and it takes me a minute to realize my cheeks are wet. I sniffle, and pat my cheeks with a napkin.

Ray slips a hand in mine, stone-faced. The hum of motorcycles sounds in the distance, and I don’t have to look to know that some of the bikers are here.

Including Ezra who’s been missing for a week, and suddenly, he’s appearing beside Ray.

“I’m sorry for your loss, accept my condolences,” Ezra says, then gives me an acknowledging nod. “Little bird.”

“Yeah,” I croak, hand tightening in Ray’s.

My dad was a deadbeat, but he was still my dad. There are no fond memories of us, and at this moment, I wish there was. Even if only one.

“Co