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

let him see space.”

“And you?”

“I’ll be where he already knows me.”

Caroline made a sound under her breath, small and broken.

Jonah looked up at her. “Mom.”

She shook her head once, hard.

“I can’t watch you get hurt again,” she whispered.

He had no good answer for that. There were wounds love could not reason with.

“I’m scared,” he said. The admission scraped continue reading …