"Rena... Rena, please, can you come save me? I-I need you. Please, can you come?I think... I think it's your family's hired goons. They're watching me. They're close. I don't know how long I can hide or escape..Maybe if you're with me they might...." Owen's voice trembled as he left the sentence hanging and stared at his reflecti
\on in the mirror. He rubbed his hands together and sighed. "No. Something is missing." He rubbed his chin. He needed to put more into his voice.
He didn't sound scared enough. Desperate, yes, but the raw panic, the edge that would make her feel it, make her understand how real this was and coming running to him—it wasn't there. How was he supposed to get it... He closed his eyes and imagined his childhood, the anger and then tried again.
