Chapter 64. It Wasn’t Your Fault

Wren POV

“Hannah is Gwen’s daughter,” Ezra continues, voice hoarse. “Pete doesn’t know, and neither does Mitch.”

Then, he knocks back the seventh glass of whiskey, eyes red-rimmed, and jaw tight enough to hurt.

“Mitch wants me dead, Wren. And he won’t stop,” he concludes, pouring another glass.

No one speaks again.

The only sound is the slushing of whiskey, and the hard thump of my heart in my chest.

Tears roll down my cheeks, chest squeezing. “Ezra…”

He looks away from me, knuckles white against the glass.

God, this man.

This man was hurt, this man was broken by a supposed family.

I stare helplessly at him, watching the tension in his muscles through blurry vision.

The images that form in my mind are gruesome, horrible. I picture Ezra on that floor, I picture Mitch ruining his legs…god.

“I believe you,” I blurt, sniffling.

He stiffens, slowly turning to me.

I’m on my feet immediatel