Angela's POV
When the car finally stopped, I looked out the window.
Ahead of us stood a steel gate. A white wooden sign carved in a classic style read: Carter Ranch. Wooden fences stretched wide, framing land that seemed endless as we passed through the gate.
Without looking at me, Aaron opened his door and stepped out, slamming it shut behind him.
I hurried out after him, closing the door with an irritated sigh.
“Hey, Aaron! Wait!” I called, but he didn’t slow down.
The moment I stepped inside the building, the smell of horses and hay hit me hard. The sound of neighing filled the space as several heads peeked out from their stalls.
“What is this place?” I demanded.
He didn’t turn around. “If you have eyes, you should already know. It’s a horse ranch.”
I quickened my pace, trying
