My sweet redemption

onging. I would stare at my reflection in the glass windows anytime I passed by, a

es was a mixture of hard wo

el, my younger sister, was a kind and ambitious girl, but she still had a lot

d on my shoulders t

bury my head in the sound of hooves and the

gain in my head and I wondered if there

doorway and looking at me wi

rrying feeling overtook me. We

imple farm girl while he was from a world I cou

g, while I was arranging the track room,

corporately dressed man with a refined presence

noticed his neatly cut hair. He held a leat

s. Tessy Dawn?". His tone was

sir." I replied in the c

, sealed and embossed

for someone to come to his equestrian facility to

sensed a hint of ex

s words settled over me. I recalled the messenger's

, it was an invitation to step into his l

ike an ordinary caretaker from a stable, unworthy

eyes grew wide with curiosity and something else I could not

have to go, you are good at what you do, and yo

want me to leave, I was her

of encouragement. She was not just my s

or a long time. It was not just about training a horse,

portantly, to Bryan, that I was not just an ordinary

an careful preparations for my journey. I went over the records and checked o

morning, I packed a small ba

y to me as sadness

ans blended with the fading of my modest life. I felt a mixture o

that was far different from mine. I replayed the wo

dream. The building was a tasteful blend of traditional and

was not in the wrong location and as I walked through the entrance of the fac

t followed. Everything reminded me of the bond I shar

, trying not to think about Bryan. We had not seen each othe

f my room and watch the city lights. I would let my mind replay my encounter with

aken his time to reach out to me in a letter, it sim