We exchanged a brief wave, her eyes meeting mine for just a moment longer than usual.
“Morning,” she called out, her voice carrying across the yards.
“Morning,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light.
Emma was now crouched beside the fence, peering through the gaps, a curious look on her face.
“Mommy, can I play with the horse today?” she asked, her voice tinged with hope.
I hesitated, glancing towards Mrs. Green.
“Maybe later, sweetie,” I said, buying myself some time.
Mrs. Green approached, her footsteps soft against the damp grass.
“Can we talk?” she asked, a note of urgency in her voice.
I nodded, my heart pounding as we moved to a quieter corner of the yard.
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