Twenty-Eight
Ellie
Two Months Later
Owen’s death hit us hard. Packing up our stuff was even harder. With Owen being a part of my life for so long, there were so many things I had that he’d given me. Needless to say, a lot went into the trash. I didn’t want anything that reminded me of him. Easier said than done.
We helped Bryan move out of his house, and I made sure to pack all of Samantha’s belongings. Jake is in the process of designing him a home as we speak. He’s taken some time off to heal, both mentally and physically. His shoulder still gives him problems, but I know he’ll be back at the PD in no time.
Once news about Owen surfaced, people from my past came forward and talked about all the horrible things he did to them. One of the guy’s I’d only dated for two weeks had dumped
