I lay back against my pillows, staring at the ceiling.
"You're overthinking it, Wren."
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After drying my hair and finishing my skincare routine, I threw on a pair of fluffy socks and wandered downstairs, following the sound of cabinet doors slamming one after another.
"What are you two doing?" I called out.
I rounded the corner into the kitchen and immediately stopped. Every cabinet door was open. Every single one. The pantry looked like it had been robbed.
Ethan stood with his head buried inside one cabinet while Nathan was crouched in front of the refrigerator, staring into it as though food might magically appear if he looked long enough.
Ethan slowly turned toward me with the most offended expression I'd ever seen. "There is literally no food here." He gestured dramaticall
