“Dad, I worked really hard the last couple months training this horse. She’s come a long way, and I’ve learned tons on her. Sarah said she needs to lease her or she’s going to sell her. And you promised—”
I know what I promised, so you don’t have to remind me, okay?” A red bloom creeps up his neck. “What I saw today was a poor performance on a horse this woman wants to get clear of.”
The words poor performance strike my gut like ice crystals. I can’t open my mouth. If I do, I’ll cry or scream or say something that will make it all worse. If that’s possible.
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