AUSTIN’S POV
“Who is Owen?”
I dropped the glass.
I looked at her. My blood turned cold.
“What… did you just say?” My voice was barely audible.
She looked at me curiously. “I just… I keep hearing that name in my head. Owen. It feels… important.”
I couldn’t speak. Her words hit hard.
I haven't heard that name in a while. But suddenly it was back. It was the way she said it like she had been waiting to.
I put the spoon down and forced a laugh. “Where did that come from?.”
Zoe stared at me blankly. “I'm not sure. I just can't get that name out of my mind.”
I tilted my head, keeping my cool. “Owen’s a common name, babe. Could be anyone.”
She didn’t look convinced. “But it felt... familiar. Like I knew him.”
I hated the way my heart was racing. I held her hand and smiled softly. “Yo
