OWEN'S POV
I sat back in the chair with my hands together. I couldn’t stop thinking about that moment she asked.
“Why don’t you ever talk about your family? Or your past?”
I wasn't expecting that. Not from Zoe. Not yet.
The dinner had been perfect—or it was supposed to be. After the chaos at the hospital and the quiet distance that followed, I thought it was a second chance. And for the first half of the evening, it felt like maybe we were getting there.
But that question… It wasn't casual. It had weight to it. Intent.
Something had changed.
She has been acting differently since the night she returned from Austin’s. Subtle, but noticeable. Her smiles didn’t reach quite as far. Her glances lingered too long, as if searching for answers instead of connection. I knew something had b
