*Aria*
The sun already hangs low in the sky, painting everything in warm hues of orange and gold. I lean back on the porch swing, the gentle creak of the wood beneath me mixing with the sound of hooves clattering softly against the ground. I take a sip of my chilled white wine. Hot Cocoa might have been more suited for this time of year, but we agreed we needed a glass of wine.
Sawyer sits across from me, her legs crossed and her glass raised slightly as she watches Rayne ride Sugar Plum in the paddock. Riley is inside, utterly engrossed in a video game with one of the security guards, blissfully unaware of the world outside.
I glance over at Sawyer, who has been quietly observing me, an intensity in her gaze that tells me she’s about to ask something important. I can sense the weight
