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Owen spends three days and nights beside her bed, not leaving and barely eating. He has not showered or shaved. He changed clothes in her attached bathroom and gave himself a wash rag bath so that he would not stink, but that is the most that he would do.
He would not leave her side for anything. Andy and Lacey brought him food and drinks. Jack and Andy ran the motel for him while Lacey spent her days at his side, keeping him company.
Jesse and the sheriff got a story from Taylor, but it was all kinds of wrong. She claimed that Owen kidnapped her, with the hel
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Owen could only stare at Liv, as she lay there in the bed with her beautiful teal eyes looking up at him, watching his every move. He stares back at her, almost not brave enough to believe that this is actually real, in case it his just his mind playing tricks on him. “Owen?” She is blinking at him, with tears on her lashes and he can not stand it. He rushes over to her and leans over her head, brushing the small beads from her eyes. “You are okay, baby!”
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