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

for one quiet second against the mustang’s shoulder.

For two years, Jonah had treated his broken places like rooms he had to keep locked. Cinder had walked into one of them without forcing the door. Now, somehow, that same horse was helping other people stand in their own difficult rooms without being alone.

Jonah leaned his head back against the seat continue reading …