Vivian clocked something off in Owen's eyes, and it made her frown.

"What's up, can't handle the question?" she said, sounding a bit annoyed.

Owen didn't say a word like someone had sewn his lips shut.

The room went quiet, tense, and heavy. Donna, keen to get this over with, gently tried to get him talking.

"Owen, spill the beans to Vivian, and we can put this to bed," she said, her voice as calming as a bedtime story.

"Talk," Kaysen, who was on a video call, ...