Brooke’s POV
It takes the entirety of The Cure’s Disintegration, The Smiths’ The Queen is Dead, and Radiohead’s OK Computer, along with half of Never Mind the Bollocks Here’s the s*x Pistols, to get me feeling like myself again. In the end, though, I don’t think it’s the music that does it. It’s being back on Spellbound.
He’s rough at first—obviously angry with me for all the driving and being cooped up, all the moving and changing of scenery. But the new barn has a long, wooded trail, and I let him shoot off like a slingshot the way we always used to, jumping any obstacles in our path, stopping for drinks in the passing streams and creeks when he wants to. Whenever we ride, it isn’t about what I want Spellbound to do; it’s about what he wants to do.
That, plus the headphones, is eno
