leaned forward and rested my elbows on the folding table. “What do you want, Owen?” He tipped his head and opened his mouth, but rather than speaking, he snapped it shut again. As he slid his glasses back on, fumbling a little as he did so, he swallowed audibly. “I don’t think I can say.” I bit my lip so hard I may have drawn blood. “Why not?” “Because some things are better kept to myself.”
