“Mags, hang on. I will be right over.”
I threw on whatever clothes I could find without even bothering to towel off or put my ring back on my finger. Nothing mattered to me other than getting to my best friend.
I called Mitch once I got in the car. “Do you know what is going on?”
Mitch’s voice was steady and withdrawn. “No. I am about to pull up to their house though. Are you almost here?”
“Yeah, I will be there in five minutes.”
“Okay.”
I flew through the front door to find Mags in Mitch’s arms, both of them hysterically crying on the floor.
Oh. My. God. Please. No!
I got down on the ground next to them, wrapping my arms around my two best friends.
“He’s gone, Cali. Randy is gone.”
Hearing the words stain the air forced the wind right out of me. The sorrow and pain that was infecting us dug in deep and rooted itself within seconds. We hadn’t been prepared to lose either of the guys.
Then it hit me.
“What about Walker?”
Mitch nodded. “He’s fine. It was an accident. Randy’s chute didn’t open.” His voice was a whisper as Mags keened in our arms.
“He’s not coming home, Cali. Randy is never coming home.”
The End.