Owen — The Secret Beneath the Swimming Pool
The threat was enough to transform bags into a nightmare.
I sat with that thought for a long time.
Owen did not need to know exactly what was beneath the water to be terrified of it.
Curtis had made sure of that.
When we left the center, the sun was bright.
Owen held my hand while we crossed the parking lot.
“Did I do it right?” he asked.
“You did exactly what you needed to do.”
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