POV: Millie
Han left as soon as we got back. He probably knew I'd keep bugging him until he told me the truth. He grabbed the reins from my hands without saying anything, walked both horses to the barn, and left me standing there. Smart move. I wasn't done asking questions, and he could tell.
I showered until the water turned cold, washing off the dirt and sweat but not the confusion. Then I ate cereal standing at the kitchen sink because I didn't want to sit at that empty table with all my questions. The cereal tasted like nothing. Everything did lately. When that didn't help clear my head, I went out to the porch swing and sat there until sunset. The sky turned orange and purple, probably beautiful, but I couldn't appreciate it.
There's so much I need to check. Han's version of what h
