OWEN HUNT

“I’m not asking for anything from you. I just want my sister to be okay..” Owen murmurs back, his mind elsewhere. “I just need you to help her.” He doesn’t look at her, only glancing through the window of his sister’s room. Owen lets out a sigh and sits down on a nearby chair. Everything is hazy, the world blurred out from view. Megan’s alive..

“So do I. Truly, that’s all I want right now,” Teddy insisted, her vehemence directed far more at herself than at him. For if she were being honest—and she wasn’t—Owen was far more present in her mind than Megan was in that moment. And Teddy’s truth was this: every day they’d spent apart was another day she’d spent thinking of him. Quietly now, she tried to feign nonchalance as she spoke: “Owen… I did miss you, you know.”