Chapter Eight
Collin pulled into the drive of his home at Rosings Ranch. The tightness in his chest relaxed as he looked up at the home of his youth. Here, in this wide-open space filled with flora and fauna, he didn't have to struggle to understand the world around him.
Flowers needed only water, soil, and sunlight. The animals needed much of the same. They didn't arrange their features into masks that Collin couldn't decipher. They didn't compose words into puzzles whose meanings were a mystery.
Rosings was a haven. Not only for Collin but also for the horses he planned to bring here. By bringing Charlotte here, he could finally put that plan into motion.
Charlotte had drifted off not long after she'd clicked her safety belt into place. Collin knew that the gentle rocking movement of
