Riley walked into the kitchen from his first real night of sleep only to find Jonathan already working on breakfast and brewing coffee. His ongoing dream of the night his wife was taken from him hadn’t occurred in some time. Perhaps finally learning to understand that it wasn’t Jonathan’s fault was the first step in letting go a little and learning to accept it.
A week had passed since the incident at the grocery store. There was no more blame when he looked at his friend, only remorse that it had taken him this long to find out that they were both in this situation until the end. They needed to depend on each other, and Riley needed to work with Jonathan, not against him. The training had intensified—Jonathan said they needed to push themselves further. They were running close to five mi
