“She was my dream horse.”
The words spill out and drag what’s left of my heart with them.
Sarah sucks in a deep breath like she’s spooling up for a lecture…for telling me I’m wrong and something better will come along. She runs her hand down my arm and shakes her head slowly. “No. It’s not Octavia.”
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