Chapter 130

GENERAL POV

Owen pushed the door to his apartment and entered.

He shut the door softly behind him, pausing for a second, as though leaving the world outside was not quite enough.

He moved with slow, deliberate steps, crossing the room with a weariness that had become second nature to him over the past few days.

His face was hard to read; his brows were slightly drawn, lost in thought.

When Owen reached his bedroom, he stopped at the center of the room, standing there as though uncertain of what to do next.

His eyes were scanning the space, landing on nothing in particular, and for a long moment, he didn’t move.

The room felt too big, too empty. It swallowed him whole.

With a heavy sigh, his hand reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt, one by one, slowly.

The fabric fell away from his body, and he carelessly tossed it onto the bed.

He stood shirtless and then made to sit down on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely as his head hung low.

For day