“Just tell me what possessed you to sneak out, tack up an alicorn, and risk your life. What’s so important to you?” I angle my head away and study the ground. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me.” He cups my jaw and brings it back so he can look me in the eye. “People are depending on me.” I squeeze my eyes shut, a lump forming in my throat at the thought of so many people without food. “I help with a food pantry, and I got a letter today. There was a fire, and” when I open my eyes, the fury on his face has faded, “they need my help.”
