#Chapter 83: The Boy Who Changed

Abigail I was so ready to figure this mystery out. We were in our usual hideout—a massive fort constructed in our room, the pillows and cushions build tall and hide—filled to the brim with toys and light up by a small portable lap. It was my favorite place to vent about absolutely everything, and today was no different. Except today, I had a third in our little trio. “Okay, Theo, listen up!” I threw myself dramatically into one of the floral cushions, causing a cloud of plushies to fly. It was so dramatic, I felt like I could have been in an action movie, but no one even noticed because Owen just glared at me. Theo didn’t mind the show—he was the kind of guy who didn’t mind a mess, especially with those barefeet he refused to cover. He was kind of a mystery wrapped in a riddle wrapped in a hoodie. Theo just leaned against the wall with that signature, slightly smug look. “What’s up now? New game idea? Maybe this time you won’t end up in the river with some random white wolf