"But where on earth did he go?"
Shannon sat on the couch in her living room, feet pulled up, hugging her knees.
At the end of the terrifying day that still gave her nightmares, Owen had brought her home. He had stayed with her every minute. When they gave their statements to the police, he'd been by her side, holding her hand. When the cops interviewed her about the entire situation, Owen stuck by her side. With his help, she managed to avoid reporters. He'd fed her and held her and soothed her when she kept reliving the nightmare moment.
And then he'd just packed his go-bag and told her he had to leave. She still visualized the pain on his face when he walked out. She hadn't imagined the connection between them.
If it hurt so much for him to walk away, why did he think he had to leave
