“Owen,” his father said, knocking, “open up. I need to talk with you.” “Tell Karl to go away first!” “But he is my friend. He only wants what’s best.” Yeah, as if a mere human friend could take a knife to the heart. He’s probably also the eyes Gordan mentioned. “Then I have nothing to say!” Whispers, his father saying, “Just go. I’ll get back to you.” Then footsteps walking away. “Fine, Owen. Karl’s gone.” Owen cautiously opened the door to the anxious face of his father. The man stepped inside and immediately began pacing, not looking at Owen. Owen could count on one hand the number of times his father had been in his room other than to order him up and out of bed. Somehow the man must have felt uncomfortable talking, sharing dreams, hurts. Owen longed to know what it had been like when his father discovered his mother was dying, but they never talked about it. If Owen brought it up, his father quickly changed the subject. They’d never even talked about their future.
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