Chapter 90. Three Little Words

Wren POV

I look out the window of the car, gaze fixed on the tall hospital building surrounded by flowers, and so many colors.

“Hey.” Ezra touches my arm. “You good?”

My brows draw closer. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He scratches the back of his head, then runs the hand down his face and exhales. “I’m just…I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Meeting your mom?”

“Yes.”

I frown. “Why? I’m not uncomfortable, baby. You know that.”

With the way he’s avoiding my eyes, something tells me he’s been lying to me about this visit. 

Two days ago, he came up with absurd reasons on why we couldn’t visit his mom.

Same with yesterday. Talking about forgetting to inform them about our visit.

“It’s not that-” he blows a breath. “My mom—us, as a family—we’ve been through a whole lot. We’ve been—” he chokes on his words, jaw tightening.

Placing my hand on his thigh, I’m grateful that I can now move my arm.