Chapter 26
The subject of Mark Vincent wasn’t brought up again until the end of February.
It was a cold winter, too cold to take the horses on the trail, so we exercised them in the country club’s indoor ring, taking them over various jumps that the staff set up for us and working them in dressage movements.
I could tell there was something on my son’s mind, but I waited for him to broach the subject himself.
I wondered if it might be about another young woman. It was almost two months since he’d stopped seeing Susan Burkhart.
“He’s got a dossier on me, Mother!” Quinton brought Testament around, and I reined Victory to a standstill.
“Excuse me?”
“Vincent!” He looked disgruntled. “It’s even more in depth than my file at the—” He changed what he’d been about to say. “At State.”
“And
