When I arrived at the stables, Acorn was lying on the hay, motionless.Complications from a broken leg had led to laminitis, and three of his hooves were swollen and inflamed."The veterinarians did everything they could," one of them said quietly. "The inflammation just won't go down. At this point, the only thing we can do is spare him further suffering. Ms. Wynter, euthanasia is the kindest option for Acorn."I sank to my knees beside him, sobbing uncontrollably. Through tears and whispered apologies, I ended his life with my own hands. When Acorn's eyes closed for the last time, I finally broke.Cyran, who had followed me here, stood frozen, unsure of what to do.He reached out to steady me, but I shoved him away with all my strength."Acorn's gone! I'll never ride again! Are you satisfied now? Happy? Did you get what you wanted? Cyran, you've won—your precious child is on the way, and the horse competitions you hate? I'll never participate in them again! Are you proud?"All
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