Old Friends
Ethan
"That it?" Owen asks, tossing my duffel bag in the back of his pickup.
I hike up my backpack and nod once. "Yup."
He clamps me on the shoulder and gives me a knowing look. "Let's get the f**k outta here, then. Too many people, buildings and concrete for me."
I bark out a laugh, and it's the first time I can find any sort of humor in something since the night I screwed up the best thing that ever happened to me.
As much as it kills me to admit, Rex was right. I was about to combust if I didn't get away from everyone and the memories. Even though being around Owen reminds me of Liv, I know this is what I needed. My friend. My buddy.
Because that's what Owen is, first and foremost.
Time to get back to the basics.
We climb into his pickup and I lean my head back agai
