Chapter Eight
Owen thumbed through his phone, looking at the text that something had come up and the plumbing job that should have filled his afternoon would need to be rescheduled. Fine with him, considering his morning hadn’t gone as planned. He needed to check in with Marcus, he thought as he stepped out of his van at the diner he frequented for lunch.
The day was overcast, and he reached for his hoodie and pulled it on, glancing at the people on the street, the nods. He didn’t feel like answering any more questions about the school, considering that was all that was on everyone’s mind.
He pulled open the door to the diner and made his way to the counter, where he grabbed a stool and reached for the laminate menu. A coffee mug appeared in front of him, and coffee was poured, and he g
