Chapter 23 Chapter 23

Owen

I went over to where my wife sat knitting. The moment her eyes landed on me, her hands stilled, and her mood visibly soured.

“Why are you here?” she asked flatly.

I sighed, my son’s words still echoing in my mind. “Okay… I know you’re angry with me. But yes—Aria was indeed my friend.”

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