ZOE’S POV
The apartment was quiet except for the sound of cartoons playing on the TV.
“When is daddy coming?” Jamie asked with his eyes still glued to the screen, totally into the animation.
“He should be here soon, honey.” I replied.
I curled up on the couch holding a cup of tea I had almost forgotten. I was in my own world.
I took my phone, scroll through contacts. I wanted to dial Owen's number. But then I stopped and tossed the phone on the couch.
‘He probably won't pick up.’
It had been over a week since Alexis disappeared—slipped away like a ghost from the courtroom steps—and ever since, Owen had been pulling further and further away.
I tried to convince myself it was temporary. That he just needed time. That maybe he was busy, or maybe something was going on behind the
