Chapter 269: Hannah

She ran the curry brush over the mahogany flanks of Wildflower, shining in the early morning light. Many teachers spent their summers far away from where they worked, taking full advantage of being footloose and fancy free for three whole months, but Hannah stayed right there in Sawyer. Summers for her meant lots of time on horseback, lots of time weeding the garden, and this summer, lots of time crying.

Not this morning, though. Why, it was almost seven o'clock and she hadn't cried even once. That was pretty good, right?