Adam raised one eyebrow, but he did not dare ask the question I knew he wanted to know. Will she ever be safe for my little girl to ride?
Pippa prattled on about her pony club friends, her volunteer job at the library, our trips to visit Julie and Emily, ride Polkadot, visit Linda Hastings, and the way the people of this town had all locked elbows to form a protective bubble against the outside media hounds. It was roots. It was a sense of belonging. It was everything I'd been trying to give her since the day I'd first cooked up The Plan.
It was too bad there was no place in that plan for me…
We washed the dishes, and then Adam herded Pippa in for her nightly shower and a bedtime story. The first smile I'd had in weeks played upon my lips as I thought of Eva Jackson forced to sit next t
