I kept quiet, so she added something interesting.
‘You have to get back in the saddle. You know that.’
I started thinking about what she might have meant exactly. Had she seen a Western the day before we left? Surely she wasn’t saying I had to learn how to ride a horse. Maybe she was trying to jolt me back into the life I’d had before Csaba Váradi? But how could I, when for years I’d been sure he would be my husband. If I wanted to go back to my life before Váradi, I’d have to be twelve again, and I didn’t feel like going through all that again. Instead, I imagined myself in a saddle and riding a real horse, the wind whipping through my hair as we galloped. I fell asleep and dreamt I was gripping the reigns, but only with one hand, because the other one was in a cast.
I woke to Juli sha
