To Caleb’s eternal credit, he chartered us a private flight home that night. I felt like shite about it. We were supposed to stay another week—there were some other sales horses I was supposed to try and I’d wanted to follow up with another client who was in Wellington for the show season—but Caleb wouldn’t hear of it.
“Don’t sweat it, man,” he’d told me as we drove to the airport. “Family’s important. Believe me, I get it. The Reeses have their own issues.”
Doubt it, I thought, watching the highway whip past us. My family’s issues start with ‘not enough money’ take a hard left into ‘egomaniac father’ and finish up with my sister.
Who ran off with a guy and ditched her kids with our parents.
Who then sent them to me.
Not that I intend to tell Caleb about any of it. I’m sure he’s guess
