Jessie’s P.O.V.
The floorboards under the rocking chair creaked as I rocked back and forth. The sun lowered across the horizon, painting a beautiful picture across the sky. Now I understand why dad always sat here every evening. It’s gorgeous and peaceful. I closed my eyes and breathed in the humid air. It’s the only way I feel connected to my dad. I’ve struggled mightily these past two weeks. There were days I didn’t want to do it anymore. I’m trying to understand where to go from here.
My only desire when I got injured was to return to the rodeo life. I only wanted to lie low and leave town as soon as possible. But I guess fate has other plans for me. I found and lost the relationship I needed from my dad in a few short months. I’ve mended some broken bridges that happened many years a
