Farrah choked down half a pork chop and a few mouthfuls of mashed potato before she leaned away from her plate. Darren didn’t seem to be in his usual eat-anything mode, because he finished only moments after her.
Without speaking, she stood and collected both of their plates. The sink was the same as it had been when she used to stand next to Jamie and get lessons on how to bake chocolate chip cookies.
She turned away from the memory and said, “I used to sleep in the bedroom at the top of the stairs sometimes.”
Darren jolted like she’d connected him to a live wire and sent a hundred volts through him. “You did?”
“I participated in horse shows out here all the time. I had lessons every day after school. I was the female junior champion for four straight years. Sometimes, on the weekends
