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

had done. The way people had kept saying new normal as if naming it kindly made it less brutal.

Cinder stood beside him, breathing.

Jonah turned his chair away from the horse and rolled toward the far rail.

Behind him, there was nothing but space.

He did not look back after the first push. That had been Walt’s rule. Trust meant giving the horse enough continue reading …