Sitting on the edge of my bed, I stare nervously at my closet. I have no clue what to wear. It shouldn't be such a big deal but it is to me. I've been roaming around this place in sweatpants and t-shirts but tonight I want to look decent for Owen. Sighing, I finally stand up and walk over to the closet. I didn't really bring anything nice to wear, just everyday clothing. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a black v-neck shirt, I quickly change into them before heading to Peter's office. He is with another patient so I sit on the chair outside his office and wait.
My mind wanders and I begin thinking about Owen. I remember the horrified look on his face when he found me after I had been kidnapped. The hurt on his face because I said I didn't want him. Just Dominic. The guilt weighs down on me. I
