“You can come visit her anytime,” Cole said, as I brushed and talked to her after our ride. He leaned against the stable door watching me, his own horse already tended to. I liked to linger. “Only if you come with me,” I said, chuckling at his pleased expression. I felt different there, with him. Changed somehow, but not yet clear on in what way. He’d returned a piece of me, though. A piece I’d been terrified to reclaim.
