I put on my favorite flannel pants, grabbed a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and sulked on the couch like an adult. My mind was a mess. I spent way too long over-thinking every conversation we’d had since he came back into my life. I thought about our time in Texas and the sweet conversations that we had late into the night. Almost every single night, he talked to me right before he went to sleep. Where was his girlfriend? Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe it really was some big charade just as he’d said. But that seemed too crazy even for me to latch on to. It didn’t matter that Owen
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