Chapter 7 Sunday

Levi

Wren picked me up at four in her beat-up hatchback, with a pie on her lap and the radio turned all the way up.

"You look nice," she yelled over it. "Is that Mara's cardigan?"

"She lent it to me."

"She never lends it to anyone. Okay. Good sign." She slapped the wheel. "Don't be nervous, ever...