B D Owens Library Novels & Stories

The sound of rain against the library windows is the only thing keeping me company this Saturday morning. It’s that heavy downpour that makes you want to curl into a ball and forget that the rest of the world exists. Since I’m back at Owen’s estate for the weekend, I’ve decided to treat his library like my personal sanctuary.

“I don’t feel ready to be a grown-up, if I’m being honest.” “You’re more grownup than most people ever will be. Always have been.” “Thank you, Mr—Owen. How long is your shift?” “Twelve hours.” “Eesh. Sorry, it’s going to be pretty boring. I plan to be in the library most of the day.” “Don’t worry about me.” “Don’t know how to do that,” Thea said. Owen smiled, and Thea got back to researching. She took a break for lunch, checked her phone. She had a text from Misty.