CHAPTER 31
Charley sat on a bale of hay in the barn. Horses nickered around her. The sound carried rhythmic tranquility, yet torturous agony. She missed Omega. She had her choice of horses, but didn’t have any desire to pick a new one. Omega had been one of a kind. Charley rubbed her eye. There was no sense in crying. It wouldn’t bring back her beloved horse.
She threw away the piece of hay she’d been grinding between her teeth, and it floated to the wooden floor. Charley wanted to throw something more substantial. There were buckets lined against the wall. They would make a lot of noise if she kicked them. She shook her head. No, throwing a tantrum wouldn’t fix anything. It might make her feel good for a few seconds, but then she’d have a mess to contend with. She had to face it. Nothin
