I steel myself, shaking off my panic. “When can I get back to riding?” Dr. Joy quiets. I don’t miss the way Dakota and Davis’s eyes lock. I suck in air through my teeth. “Someone tell me what’s going on.” “You misunderstand, Fallon.” Dr. Joy sounds apologetic. “I’ll be blunt. Because of the way the femur fracture affects your hip joint, you likely won’t be able to ride at all.” What? I turn to Wyatt with wide eyes, but he’s already looking at me. I can’t breathe. “Can’t ride bulls, right?” “Can’t ride anything. Bulls, horses. Ever.”
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