Standing by my car, Sarah hugs me again, but I don’t really feel it. I don’t feel anything. Like a carved pumpkin, hollow inside.
“You’re sure you can drive home?” She peers into my face like she can read thoughts or something.
“Yeah.” I pull my phone out to check the time. “I gotta go.” I’d better leave, but I’m paralyzed. “My permit won’t allow me to drive in another forty minutes.” I say this, but my feet don’t move. It’s dark, and the sweat cooling under my shirt gives me a chill. There’s a jacket in the back seat, but I don’t bother getting it. A small breeze ripples the blue tarp covering Octavia.
“She was my dream horse.”
The words spill out and drag what’s left of my heart with them.
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