Anna’s POV
Sunday morning dawned bright and clear, and my mother was already dressed in her Sunday best. She bustled about the house, getting ready for church. I knew she would want me to come with her, but I had no desire to go. I was still angry with her for the way she had treated my daughter, Tara. But Tara, who was always a sweet and forgiving child, seemed to want to go to church with my mother. She smiled and said, "I'll go with Grandma." I sighed, and let them go.
As I sat alone in the house, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely and scared of being alone in a large barn house.
I stepped into the barn, the smell of hay and horses filled my nostrils. It was a smell I had always loved, a smell that reminded me of home. I made my way to the horse shed, and there lay Layla, my
