8. SIN

He sat on top of the dark brown horse with a confidence I envied. The horse was beautiful but massive and scary even from a distance. Pressing my forehead against the window, I tried to get a better look at him, but he was too far away.

Michel and Tyrone were early risers.

I’d watch them from the window as they walked to the barn, and a few minutes later they would ride out of their beautiful horses. They’d be gone for a few hours before they’d return and head right back to the house. Sometimes Bella would go with them, and other times she would greet them on the porch.

In the past week, I noticed that she had left the ranch three times. Sometimes she’d have a few bags with her when she returned, and other times she’d be empty-handed.

A knock on the window made me jerk upright. I blinked at Michel and then frowned. He smirked at me as he walked off. I pulled open the front door before he could knock.

“Good morning,” Michel greeted cheerfully.

“Where’s your horse?”

“He’s waiting