Epilogue OWEN It’s been six months since I last saw her. Six months since I looked her in the eye and I lied. It’s been six months since that night, when I walked out her door, pulled my car over and sobbed like a baby. It’s been six months and I’ve spent each day trying to live through the hurt and become the man that she deserves. She doesn’t know that I left my job the day I showed up at her door. I never told her. It’s why I showed up that night, to tell her, to ask her to forgive me, to see if she still wanted me.
