Betrayal

Owen

I spent today training the younger kids self-defense. When I finally got back to the packhouse, it was well after nine. I should have let the kids go home earlier, as I am sure for some, it was past their bedtime. I walked into my office, Jennifer came by as soon as I sat down, and I asked if I needed anything. She wanted to go out with some friends; I didn’t care what she did, so I told her to go.

My mother called a few minutes later. I left my cell in my office while training. “Hey, mom.”

“Owen, darling. What time are you meeting, Mel?”

“What? Meeting Mel? We didn’t have plans to meet.” I said in a confused voice.

“Mel thinks she is meeting you. She figured out you were behind everything and wanted to talk with you.” My mother stated.