Owen's POV
I woke up a few hours later in bed alone. The door was propped open, and the clothes that Dylan had been wearing the night before were laying on the foot of the bed. I could hear the soft humming of a TV from downstairs. I stretched out the sleep from my muscles and headed for the stairs.
"Do you love my dad?" I heard Alex ask her, and it caused me to stop in my tracks.
"Heavy hitter questions right off the bat, huh?"
"Well, do you?"
"It's complicated."
"How? You're here with him. You make him happy, and he makes you happy. You like spending time together and he loves you." Alex took a bite of his cereal. "What's complicated about that?"
"Adults have a harder time admitting feelings when they've been hurt before."
"So you won't admit how you feel about my dad bec
