There was always a sense of familiarity and home when I entered the Unicorn House. The smell of the hay, the sound of hooves, the scrape of brooms or rakes to clean up after them, it all resonated. Even now, despite loving my current veterinarian trajectory, there was a small part of me that was saddened by my change in career path.
If they’d let me, I could’ve spent my entire life taking care of silver blush unicorns and tending to their needs.
“Hello?” I called into the work area, crossing my fingers that Aaron wasn’t here.
The guy I was hoping to avoid stuck his head out from the stable and grinned. “Yo! Charlotte, what are you doing here?”
“I came to see the unicorns,” I replied. And Felicity, but that was none of his business.
Leaning on his shovel, he gestured to the work area w
