Owen was merely sleeping at night in Country B after his day shift. These days, he had been too busy with the new branch of the Harrisons to even sneak a call to Abigail and ask whether she was alright. Thus, he didn't even know whether the relationship between the two of them had taken another leap or not.
But since she didn't call him, he could safely assume that she was perhaps fine. Thus, he slept without any burdens. But very early in the morning, he suddenly felt like his head was splitting apart as if something or someone was hitting it with a hammer. It took him a while before he realized his head was bursting with a lot of unwanted memories that clearly didn't belong to him.
It belonged to…. Asher and Nicholas.
He kept lying on the bed in utter shock as he tried to process what had happened. He let himself immerse in those memories, the intricate process that took about an hour of his morning routine.
