ALL THE CARDS ON THE TABLE
KHLOE AND I SAT ACROSS FROM EACH OTHER, not moving, as if we were horses unsure whether to bolt or fight. We’d locked eyes, and neither of us had said a word since I’d last spoken.
Below us, riders readied for their lessons. Lexa had told Mr. Conner that Khloe and I were “sick” and had to miss our lessons. We’d been sitting on the floor of the stable’s loft, surrounded by hay bales, for what felt like forever. The overpowering scent of hay tickled my nose. I sneezed.
“Bless you,” Khloe said.