35
Hilary
“You’ll be fine,” I told Evie as I parked my car beside Hannah’s at the ranch.
She gripped the seat belt and stared at the stable. “How can you be so sure?”
I smiled. A few weeks ago, I had been in her place. Honestly, I still got a little nervous every time I approached a horse, but now I knew how to push through my fear.
After the realization I had at my parents’ last night—that I actually liked horses more than I ever thought I would—I decided I would bring Evie for a ride with me. From Hannah, I knew horses could be used for therapy, and I thought Evie was in need of all the help she could get. Unfortunately, she still hadn’t left Mike, and today she was sporting a new purple bruise on her right shoulder. She hid it under her T-shirt and pulled her hair over it, but it d
