OWEN'S POV
It was one of those mornings where the weight in my chest felt heavier than usual. Sleep hadn’t come easily the night before, not that it had in the past one week since Alexis disappeared. I couldn’t stop thinking about possibilities, dead ends and regrets. I was trying hard to find her, to prove her father was involved and help Zoe feel safe again. I was still holding on but each day away from Zoe felt like I was losing her more.
The business conference at the Harbour Convention Centre had been on my calendar for weeks. I wasn’t up for it but my assistant said I had to attend. I had to put on a good face when I felt like I was breaking down.
The hall was getting packed when I entered. People networked with fake grins and champagne. I smiled at people I knew, made small talk
