Three weeks. Shit. Owen frowned and glanced down at the medical bag. He offered it to Oliver to carry, though he wasn’t going to part with it in the new house. He wasn’t sure who else had medical experience besides him. And this was Cecilia’s, so he found it to be his personal responsibility. “That doesn’t mean she won’t show up,” he said after a moment. “I mean, I’ve been gone three weeks... and here I am. So... she’ll be back.” He sounded confident because he had to be. The possibility of losing Cecilia wasn’t something he was willing to entertain. This place needed Cecilia.
Shifting his bag on his shoulder, Owen cleared his throat. “What’d I miss?” Maybe the last three weeks had been boring as hell but Owen wasn’t going to hold his breath. “We lose anyone else?”