The crowd thought the boy in the wheelchair was helpless-until the wild mustang lowered his head to his boots

exactly. It was heavier than that. A shape. A schedule. A reason to get up that did not require anyone to coax him.

Caroline looked down at him. “Jonah, this can’t be about saving a horse because you don’t know how to save yourself.”

He flinched.

She knelt in front of his chair, ignoring the dust on her jeans. “I’m not saying no. I’m saying I need you continue reading …