Running was my son’s way out.
Yesterday was the state finals.
The biggest race of his life.
Running was my son’s way out.
The stadium was packed. I sat halfway up the bleachers, hands ready to press “record” on my phone.
Next to me sat Dana, Caleb’s mom. We’d been through years of track meets together.
Her son used to run too, before a car accident took away his ability to walk and his dream to race.
Caleb, Brennan’s best friend, was on the field now, near the track, sitting in his wheelchair, watching.
He and Brennan had been inseparable since middle school.
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