Wren
I was still holding onto the last of Lydia’s perfume when I stepped through the front door. My body was tired, but my mood? Light. For once. The drive back in that beast of a car, sleek, fast, and probably worth more than every job I’ve ever held, had done something good to my soul.
After freshening up and calling Lydia to say I got back safely, I went to the living room since no one is home.
Damon went to pick Liam from Vivian’s.
The sound of the front door clicking open startled me from my scrolling. I’d barely had time to throw my legs off the couch when I heard a thundering set of tiny footsteps.
“Wren!”
The sweetest sound.
Before I could respond, Liam flung himself at me, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist like he feared I might disappear. I dropped my phone instant
