“Owen is my dad.” As soon as she says that, all hell breaks loose, in my mind at least. I’m quiet, but it takes me I don’t even know how long to get a grip on myself. In an instant, I’m both raging and devastated, grateful and heartbroken. With four small words, she’s given me so much, but I don’t want it. Not that. Not knowing that the same Owen who haunts her at night is her own damn father. Although it’s suddenly crystal clear why she didn’t even want to say goodbye to him before we left New Horizon or take me to meet him first. She resigned herself to living out of one single, solitary suitcase worth of clothes and personal items to avoid having to see him one last time, and judging by what I’ve witnessed from her every night since Saturday, I can’t say that I blame her. The man mus

