Chapter 5

Isabella's POV

Many seconds after my call with Owen came to an end, I still had my phone hanging against my ear. Whoever it was that made Owen sound so worried must have been really close to him, and that also meant that there was a possibility that I knew him too.

I lowered myself onto the bench and closed my eyes momentarily, trying to dig up random images of Owen's old friends from the past.

I scanned my mind for old memories of high school and even college days, but no tangible one readily came to mind.

"Whoever it is, dear God, keep him safe. At least for my brother's sake."

I murmured prayerfully under my breath.

After the little moment of supplication, I rose to my feet again as the reality of my present situation dawned on me once more. I remembered that I was still homeless and that I had yet to figure out a way out of this conundrum.

The worst part was that, since I was finding it hard to reach out to my mother, who ordinarily should have been the easiest to reac