One Year Later
Owen walked down the street of the small town. There were small suburban houses on each side of the street. The sun was warm, and he was in a great mood. He carried a grocery bag to his chest and whistled pleasantly as he approached the last house on the block and went through the gate and up the front porch.
He reached the front door and gave the street a hard stare. When he was satisfied there was nothing out of the ordinary, he removed his key and faced the door.
The moment he unlocked the door and walked into the house, he heard a voice call out. “Sue! He is finally back!” Rick shouted from somewhere further in the house. A soft chuckle followed his words.
Owen followed the voice and found Rick seated on the sofa in the living room, with his son sleeping in his arms
