Chapter 6. Save It

Wren

“Oh my god,” I heave, trembling. “Oh my god.”

Ezra pockets my phone, rubbing my back and holding my hair.

My throat is raw, eyes watering.

The image filters into my mind again, and another round of vomit spills from my lips. I retch, stomach cramping.

When I’m settled enough, Ezra hands me a bottle of water and a mint.

“Thank you,” I croak.

He helps me up and into the car, and I stare at the road as he drives, unblinking. The image of Tristan bruised and bloodied takes all the space in my head.

I can hear the rush of blood in my ears, the hard pounding of my heart.

Who would do such a thing? His new wife? Why?

I have so many questions, they pop into my mind one by one without any answers. I just hope he’s okay, I really hope so.

A hand brushes my arm and I jerk violently, my head whipping to see it’s just Ezra’s hand.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he murmurs. “How’s the nausea?”

My throat thickens, and