Waylen's POV
It dawned on me slowly. I spent my entire life standing in-between the reality of the harsh world and my children and in a month since Owen appeared in our lives, he'd gone and introduced my children to real life monsters.
I felt anger surge through me. The idea that my children will be living in fear for God knows how long made my stomach churn.
I stood up immediately and stormed off with Emily closely behind me.
"Waylen, stop! Waylen, what are you going to do?" Emily asked as she tried to catch up.
"Nothing. I am just going to ask Owen a simple question, that's all"
I pushed the door open and entered. Owen was sitting on the sofa with a magazine and a glass of wine.
"Oh, hey Waylen...just served dinner for you and your family. It's sippy juice and crackers and it's more like an early breakfast than…"