“Enough with the guilt trip,” I say. His eyes glitter. “Passive-aggressive ain’t my style, Mollie. But you’re the one who’s gotta share the news with your horse. She cries, that’s on you.” “She’s Dad’s horse.” I shove Cash’s shoulder. “And horses don’t actually cry, do they?” He shrugs. “You’re about to find out, aren’t you?” I don’t want to laugh, but I do.
