Chapter 78. He Was a Vile Man

Wren POV

Lined along the walls are pictures. Pictures of my dad, of me, of Ray…of my mom that left when I was barely five.

They’re so many, taken from different angles on different days…so many years ago.

My steps falter the closer I walk toward the pictures.

Squinting, I’m able to make out my name beneath my pictures including Ray’s and my dad’s. A large, bold ‘X’ strikes across my dad’s face in red marker.

While Ray and I have large, black question marks at the top of our photos.

A sour taste fills my mouth and my stomach churns.

What is this…why?

When I touch the pictures, my hands tremble and my heart thumps.

I don’t understand what I’m seeing.

There’s a large desk at the far corner, papers scattered across it.

More pictures are on the desk, including some written notes…all in Ezra’s handwriting. It’s today that I realize how much of a problem my dyslexia is.

Although from the knowledge I ca