27. Owl – Continuation of Hoot

Reid rubbed the owl’s wing gently, the furry feeling relaxing him somewhat so that he felt he could actually face Sienna without wanting to die from the embarrassment.

Looking up at her tentatively through his lashes he was just in time to see her expression soften with understanding, and pity, no sympathy, not pity. Sienna would never pity him.

‘My parents got rid of everything else that belonged to him after we moved here from Washington. Hoot is the only thing of Alexander’s that I have left.’ The owl was his only comfort when the nightmares became unbearable for him.