It wasn’t until the next morning that Owen had the chance to talk to Cam, and he found that he didn’t quite know what to say.
He began by approaching Cam and greeting him with an odd grin. Cam responded in kind, then asked, “What’s up? Why are you making that face?”
Owen let his false smile fall. “I don’t like this. I’ve never been good at saying goodbye.”
Cam c****d his head quizzically. “I’m sure the people that are staying will understand.”
“Do you understand?” Owen asked plaintively. “Wait, what?”
“I mean, do you think Diana expects a dramatic sendoff? I know my brothers don’t,” Cam continued. “Why are you looking at me like that? You’re freaking me out a little.”
Owen’s heart was pounding, but his body felt light, lighter than it had in a while. The weight of worry lifted from
