“It was you?” Owen breathed more than spoke.
His father tilted his head. “It was me what? Have you gone funny boy?” he asked, poking Owen in the chest as he brushed past him.
Owen stood in shock. He couldn’t seem to pull himself to move. In his mind, he saw himself attacking his father. Then again, his mind was also saying that he was dreaming and all that was happening never really took place. Soon, he’d wake up from this and all would be normal. But then, he didn’t want things to go back to normal, and he knew they never would.
“Isaac! Are you in there yet?”
Owen’s shock faded as he heard the baker’s voice calling.
“Oy!” came his father’s reply as he made his way to the door.
Isaac met the baker at the door as they spoke for a moment.
Owen stared at his father’s back. This man, his own blood, he knew absolutely nothing about him. Did that mean Owen was a stranger to himself? If his father hid this, what else was pulsing through his own veins?