Caleb hit the road with thoughts running rampant in misguided directions. He never imagined a life without his best friend and had never wanted to. Being young, life was folding out in front of them. They had more fish to catch, camping to do, mountains to climb, and families to make. Owen never deserved the pain he suffered, and it seemed he was finally coming to terms with the responsible, pensive man his childhood molded him to be.
They talked about building a cabin in the mountains and extending their operation beyond Oklahoma. So many negative memories haunted Owen and as much as he loved his home, it was also an emotional prison. Caleb knew this, and he accepted it. Someday Owen would move away and break free. Owen was an excellent guide, tracker, and businessman. Caleb thought how much Owen did and immediately felt guilty.
I’ve left him to pick up my slack. I took advantage of his good nature. What kind of friend have I been? So many things came in to take me away from the business we built together.
What shape was he in? Owen would never exist- living included more than just taking breaths. Caleb fast forwarded to the recovery process. Could Owen walk, talk? Not knowing consumed Caleb and he had to set cruise control to keep from breaking speeding laws. Owen finally broke away and staying with Pearl and Mr. Richard gave Owen a new confidence that Morgan almost took away.
Maybe Morgan breaking up with Owen was what he really needed to move forward.
Should he call her? Of course she would want to know. They were lifelong friends, after all. But he probably should wait until he got to the hospital and give her an accurate update on Owen’s condition.
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