Amelia;
I stood in the stables gently stroking Pretty Girls mane, allowing her soft hairs to run between my fingers. I had always found it so therapeutic to just stand here and stroke her. Her soft rhythmic breathing, soothing even the worst parts of my broken heart. I closed my eyes as I tried my hardest to keep myself from imagining the life that I could have had; Me, Arlo and our child… I clenched my teeth and shook my head. Great… and this was me not thinking about it. I don’t even know how long I had been down here. I had let Pretty Girl out for her run; watching as she danced around in the morning sunlight. She was such a special beast to me. And I knew that I wouldn’t have made it through any of this without her.
My phone vibrated in the pocket of my jeans, stopping my dangerous t
