CHAPTER 37 | Ellie
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I spend the night at Holly’s even though it means I have to get up extra extra early the next morning. It just seems easier that way. No Jacks or Better to remind me that I’m leaving. No empty apartment to remind me Wren’s already gone. No Caleb.
Funny how he isn’t here, but I feel him everywhere. I miss him. I shouldn’t, but I do.
Dawn comes bright and humid. It might technically be fall, but in Georgia the temps don’t really drop until late October, and since I don’t like to trailer my horses in the heat of the day, Sam and I leave the farm just as the sun is starting to edge pink light across the horizon. Aside from the traffic we hit on the interstate, it’s not a bad drive. The horse park is maybe forty minutes outside of Atlanta. Built for the equestria
