“I would like to go home, please,” I rasped, my voice cracking at the end as the memory of us dancing in front of that sink came to the forefront of my mind. That was the day I’d gotten my acceptance letter to school. Beau came back from working out in pasture four, and when I told him, he picked me up, kissed me, and then, we danced. God, we would've danced all night if we could've.
