*Ryder*
Having just finished up working with a new horse and needing a small break I walk into the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee.
It isn’t really that hot any longer and while I contemplate if I should brew a new pot I turn on the radio… stopping when I hear something about an ongoing robbery.
The radio blares static, and I desperately slap the top of it, like it will make the signal better.
However it seems to work and a jarring report cuts through the afternoon hum of my kitchen. My hand, still holding the cup of lukewarm coffee, freezes. “Armed robbery… Fresh Foods Market…” Fresh Foods. That is where Aria works, and she has a shift today. A cold dread, sharper than the low hanging midday sun's glare, hits me.
My heart hammers. I slam the mug down; the clatter is loud in t
