CHARM’S HOOVES POUNDED AGAINST THE indoor arena floor and helped drown out my own unwanted thoughts. He gathered himself, surged into the air, and bounded over the vertical with red-and-white-striped poles. We flew by the windows in the arena. Not even a hint of light came through—it was barely five thirty in the morning. I’d been at the stable since four forty-five.
My chestnut gelding and I were the only ones here. Monday morning lessons for the advanced team wouldn’t start for another hour or so. My chest tightened at the thought. Callie and Eric would be here soon.