Wren POV
I have been pouting in my bedroom for a few days. I haven't showered and have been living off junk food. If I look at another bag of chips, I might puke. My stomach is begging for a vegetable.
Tossing another book in the pile beside my bed, I scoff loudly. All of these romance books are full of the same thing. Couples meeting, having a whirlwind affair, and living happily ever after. A few years ago, I might have been naïve enough to believe that's how things work, but I am older and wiser now. Love is cruel and stupid.
Someone knocks on my door, and I groan loudly. "Who is it?"
"Open up, b***h," one of the triplets yells through the door. "We have been searching for you."
I roll my eyes and flip over onto my stomach. "I'm not in the mood for company."
"Too bad
