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Chapter 37: Bittersweet
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2024-06-24 08:00:46As we got inside the car, Regan stared out the window, a deep frown etching lines on his forehead. I stole a glance at him, the carefree mood I had earlier dissipating like mist. Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating.
“So,” I began, needing to break the ice, “how did you get into horse riding?”
He flinched a little at the question as if yanked back from his thoughts. “Lessons”
It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “Lessons, huh? Must have been amazing. I saw this video online the other day, this rider going full gallop across a field, the wind whipping through their hair… looked exhilarating.”
A flicker of something crossed his face, a spark of emotion I couldn’t quite place. Pressed on, refusing to let the conversation die. “And you just did it earlier. How did you learn to do that?”
“Practice,” he responded, his ton
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