Chapter 8 The Weight of a Look

POV: Isobel

The stall smells like fresh pine shavings and warm horse, and something else Isobel can only call peace. It’s not a scent exactly, but it fills the barn like light fills a room—an invisible presence you can feel in the air. Delilah stands at the back of the wide stall, head lowered, one...

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