“Then what happened?” he said. “Why did you just bolt? I didn’t know what was going on. I waited for you.” There was something in these last few words that made my heart just break. I waited for you. Of course he had. And of course he would tell me this, because unlike me, Owen didn’t keep secrets. With him, what you saw was really what you got. “I’m sorry,” I said again, but even to me it sounded so lame and weak, meaningless. “I just…There was a lot going on.”
