Standing there, the distance between us felt both vast and suffocating.
Mrs. Green crossed her arms, a slight shiver running through her.
“I know you’ve been worried,” she began, her voice low.
There was a pause, heavy with unspoken words.
“The horse…it’s been difficult lately,” she admitted, her gaze dropping to the ground.
I nodded, the admission confirming my suspicions.
“I noticed,” I replied, trying to keep the accusation out of my tone.
She sighed, a sound full of weariness.
“We’re trying to manage, but…it’s complicated,” she said, her eyes meeting mine again.
There was a vulnerability there, unexpected and disarming.
