CHAPTER 56

OWEN'S POV

I stared at the soup brewing on the gas cooker and I took that time to think about how things were going. Charlotte was resting upstairs, and I was grateful that she was fine, even though the memories of what happened still haunted me.

I still didn’t know how to feel about everything. The hospital, the amnesia, her ex-boyfriend, it was all so sudden and overwhelming.

Yet, despite the confusion, a part of me was happy. Happy that we could start afresh without the pain of what happened controlling us.

My phone buzzed on the counter, pulling me out of my thoughts and I quickly wiped my hands on a towel, as I reached for it, glancing at the screen and I saw that it was Roselia.

A frown creased my brow because I hadn’t expected her to call with the way she left the house earlier. I hesitated for a moment before answering.

“Hey, Roselia. What’s up?” I answered as I tried to keep my voice casual and friendly but even I could hear how wary I sounded.

“Owen, we need to talk.” Her v