Diana didn’t know how long she sat behind the old bargain-store desk, with bank statements, papers, and overdue notices sprawled over the desktop. She’d rummaged through the drawers and pulled everything out, but now the room was a mass of shadows, and she had to squint to read the numbers.
A boot scraped, and someone cleared their throat behind her. Diana startled and scooted around to see her brother-in-law Brad hovering in the doorway. He leaned against the door jamb and then scratched his head, wincing as he watched her. Diana took a deep breath, smelling the fresh hay and horse manure, and listened to the horses, now back in the barn stalls, munching on hay.
Diana rubbed her eyes, which burned from reading fine print and numbers, notices, and zero balances. She had a pretty good ide
