They couldn’t promise he would ever walk again.
The truck hit Caleb instead.
He cried from pain. He cried when he couldn’t move his legs.
He cried the first time his friends played without him.
But he never regretted saving the little boy.
What Caleb hadn’t figured out yet was how to stop apologizing for everything his new life required from other people.
He cried the first time his friends played without him.
One night during rehab, I asked him the question I hated myself for asking.
« Do you ever wish you hadn’t gone after him? »
He stared at me.
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