I glanced up, and the look on her face made me take a step back. Her gaunt features had gone even paler than normal, her expressive, brown eyes were drowning in a well of sorrow so deep I marveled she was still standing. “Oh, sweetheart,” I whispered, reaching out to cup her chin. When she jerked back I dropped my hand and sighed. “It’s not about you. You are not like the horses.” “T-that’s a lie.” Her voice shook. “I’m just like the horses. A hopeless case.”
