I could not do this.
The police came about an hour later and took Owen away. I cried for much of the night. I cried because I failed. But I wasn’t crying for Owen.
I was crying for me and Kelly. That I had damaged my relationship with Kelly.
I told myself I could fix it. I could repair my relationship with Kelly. I loved him. He loved me. This gave me the strength to begin to clean up the mess Owen had made. Just about everything breakable was broken.
Owen had messed up his room, leaving not merely filth but the stink of it. By dawn I was still cleaning, and fell into bed about an hour later, and slept for nine hours.
I had removed all trace of Owen from the flat.