My calm is shattered the second I step out of the trees and see Owen, sitting on my dock, just like he did all those years ago. He must’ve heard my footfalls, the cracking twigs underneath my feet, because when I spot him, he’s already looking at me. I freeze, like a psychotic deer, one foot kind of up in the air. He tilts his head slightly, and I slowly put my foot down. I instantly want to turn and run the other way, but then he stands up, almost like he expects me to take my spot on the opposite side of the dock. Just like we used to.
