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one free miracle

Author: Toria writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-21 05:25:26

Darla’s POV

I stared at the screen for a while after sending the message. My hand was still trembling, the sting of betrayal fresh in my chest. I didn’t add any explanations or emojis. I just wrote those four words:

Darla: I need a favor now.

I knew he would understand. He had told me once that I could always call on him—no questions asked. That was the deal.

A soft ding broke the silence, and I looked down.

Ezra: Drop your location. I’m on it.

My chest loosened slightly.

I had met Ezra a year ago. He was nothing like the people in this fake, loud, flashy industry. He was quiet, sharp, and oddly charming in his own way. He was always hiding behind awkward smiles and oversized hoodies that looked two sizes too big. A full-on tech genius. The kind of guy who could hack a satellite just for fun, then use it to track down his late-night food delivery.

It happened at a charity gala for a tech initiative. I didn’t want to be there—I was only attending because someone needed a pretty
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