Jasper never expected Wren to come back down.
He opened his door and stepped out, only realizing something was wrong when he got close. She was limping, stumbling along, completely checked out, dead to the world; she looked dejected from head to toe.
"Wren?"
Jasper reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her under the streetlight, and got a clear look at the handprint on her face.
Did her mother hit her?
His hand lifted to cup her cheek before he could stop himself, and Jasper asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Wren looked up at him blankly, her pupils slowly focusing as she recognized who he was. She opened her mouth and told him it didn't hurt.
Jasper pulled his hand back, fighting the urge to pull her into a hug, and asked gently, "Where are you heading now? I can give you a ride if
