Chapter6

#Chapter6

Abby

I continue to help my mom in the kitchen after watching Owen walk out with his daughter. I can't wrap my head around that fact that he has a child. I can't help but think about what we could have had. I force myself not to let the tears fall that are right on the edge of my eye lids. He has a whole life that doesn't include me and I wonder if he is happy in it. He must be right? The way he smiled when he looked at that little girl, said it all. I knew that smile. He once had that smile whenever I walked into the room. I don’t know what I thought would happen when I got here and saw him but this was definitely the last thing I expected.

/"Will you take this to the table, please,/" Mom asks, holding out a bowl of salad to me. I nod and take it from her. As I walk into the dining room, I can feel his eyes on me. I don’t look up at him when I place the bowl on the table or when I sit down. I look at my hands instead.