“Hold on tight. Tighter. Both hands. Squeeze, Mollie. Come on.” “Do you not hear yourself?” I’m starting to panic. We’re moving so fast, and I’m so uncomfortably hot and flustered, I’m worried I really will faint. “You’re not gonna fall.” “Famous last words.” Cash pulls on the reins, and the horse slows. “You all right?” “Nope.” I swallow. “But this is better.” “That’s because you’re doing better. Look, you’re moving with the horse now.”
