Chapter 68

Owen's POV

“Have you been keeping tabs on me?” In a slightly irritated tone, I ask the question.

“Luther?” Uncle Morison takes a moment to collect himself and then breathes out slowly. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought for sure you were dead.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Morison.” He nods with a weak smile; something I had never seen before. He never smiled. “I’d like to thank you for raising my children. You’ve done an outstanding job. They’re amazing.”

“Cut the shit.” I roll my eyes again.

“You look like Lowell when you do that.” Aggie whispers to me.

“I need a clear answer from you, either yes or no, regarding whether or not you were following me.”

“Yes.” He nods.

“Well, don’t.” I huff. “I don’t need you. I don’t want you. So just don’t.”

“Owen...” Uncle Morison scolds.

“What? I don't think it would be fair for me to extend my kindness to him given his actions. He left us, remember? The weight of Mom’s death ha