Chapter 21

“You little prick!” Sam picked up the pitcher and swung it at Owen’s head. It made a horrible wet, whomping sound as it connected with the back of Owen’s skull.

For a brief moment, seconds really, Owen’s eyes widened in shock, then went lifeless as he fell into the pool…

The vision faded, and I realized I was crying and my head hurt. I actually checked the back of my head for blood. I found none. But God, emotional pain wracked my body. I held my stomach and rocked forward.

“I’m sorry,” Dex whispered. “I shouldn’t have let you see that.”

“God, that was me.”

“Yes.”

“I-I don’t even know how it’s possible, but I really wasOwen Wentworth.”

Dex said nothing, just lowered his head.

“I felt that. I felt that whole thing. Everything. The anger, the hurt, the disappointment at having the same old arguments again and again, the love for you, the defiance. I felt it all, Dex. Like I was livingit.”