Mark watched Delilah and Mirielle canter about the enclosure. Although he loved to see the foal flourish with every passing day, it wasn't enough to heal the remnants of his tattered heart.
Without Abby, life was meaningless. Food tasted like ash; the sun was dimmer, the world lacking in color. If he were a writer, he'd be writing page after page of maudlin, syrupy poetry about Abby's eyes. Her hair. Her laugh.
Her love.
He didn't deserve her love, but he ached for it. He wanted it more than he'd wanted anything else on this earth.
And with that realization came the even more obvious one: he loved her.
He loved her so much he couldn't draw breath for wanting her back at his side.
But he knew it was over. He'd let her go, because she should live a life without him holding her back. He
