"You know how Jack is when he gets angry," Owen said with a soft sigh, gently running his fingers through her hair. "He goes overboard, can't control himself. And I know. It's like trying to take a full breath through a clogged straw, and no matter how much you gasp, you can't get enough oxygen to fill your lungs. And you can feel it, the darkness starting to creep in, replace your awareness of the world with...with nothing," He said, shuddering from head to toe as he closed his eyes.
"So let's count this as a third chance," Owen said with a soft laugh. "Third chance for me. Third chance for you."