Standing there, the distance between us felt both vast and suffocating.
Mrs. Green crossed her arms, a slight shiver running through her.
“I know you’ve been worried,” she began, her voice low.
There was a pause, heavy with unspoken words.
“The horse…it’s been difficult lately,” she admitted, her gaze dropping to the ground.
I nodded, the admission confirming my suspicions.
“I noticed,” I replied, trying to keep the accusation out of my tone.
She sighed, a sound full of weariness.
“We’re trying to manage, but…it’s complicated,” she said, her eyes meeting mine again.
There was a vulnerability there, unexpected and disarming.
“Is it…is it safe, for Emma to play with him?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Another pause, longer this time.
“I think so, but…we’re being cautious,” she said finally, a hint of hesitation in her words.
It wasn’t the reassurance I’d hoped for, but it was something.
We stood there, the silence stretching between us, filled with the weight of what wasn’t being said.
“Thank you for telling me,” I said, meaning it.
She nodded, a small, grateful smile flickering across her face.
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