"I'm sorry, Owen," Beth was the first to speak.

"It's okay," I said.

"We both know it's not. Please talk to me, Owen...," she paused to keep from tearing up.

"Did you sleep with Brad?" I blurted out and regretted it immediately.

"Hell, no!! Why would you think that?" She asked, taken aback.

"Because you were with him for two years. Why wouldn't I think that?" I responded aggressively.

"Well, the answer is still no. We kissed, but that was as far as it went. The first year I spent trying to forget the images sent to me every day for a month. When we first started talking again, I...