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Don’t you think I earned it after going through what I went through with him?”
    “Yes, certainly. Not a doubt in my mind you ‘earned’ it. If that is what you mean by getting your heart trampled on then losing all the things you had worked so hard for until that asshat came in and turned your world upset down.”
    I was speechless.
    “I’m sorry, Ry … That wasn’t right for me to say.” She reaches her hand out to hold mine. “I guess I will always be bitter.”
    “I’ve let that go.”
    “Good for you. I guess I need to work on that too,” she remarks, but I know as well as she does that probably wasn’t going to happen. She sees it one way, and that is someone hurt her little girl.
    “Just promise me one thing …”
    “Maybe …” I smile as if I was a child about to promise her mother that she wouldn’t eat any more candy, knowing it was highly likely she would. Fingers crossed.
    “Remember that you have a lot to give … love … and that you will give it a try again and not be so hardheaded like me.”
    “Possibly.” I grin.
    “So tell me about these guys that Sadie went on about. They must have been something to write home about because I know she isn’t like you. She loves men.”
    “You make it sound like I am a nun. I’ve gone on dates.”
    “Two in four years is not putting yourself out there.”
    Okay, she had me there.
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    Trevor
    As I pull up to my parents’ house, I recognize the old mailbox beside the wooden sign that read “James’ Rehabilitation for Horses.” It reminded me of the life my parents wanted me to live and the life I ran from. The rustic sign looked freshly done, a symbolism of what they had achieved with the horses they had taken in. They returned them to a normal state of physical and mental health. The thought wasn’t lost on me that I would be one lucky man if the same could be done for my mental state. To delete my glimpses of the hurt and return me to a newer state void of heartbreak.
    I drove my motorcycle slowly to avoid kicking up the dirt and covering my blue jeans and shoes with the brown rocky material. The half a mile of gravel driveway that ran along my parents’ house seemed to be longer than my drive from Arizona. The white fence surrounded the property lines, and I was glad to see that my father had kept them even through the expense. I knew they were hard to maintain, and he spent a lot of time doing that through my life.
    I fight the urge to speed away in the other direction instead of facing it head-on, fearful of what I was in for.
    I finally pull up to my parents’ house with an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had talked to my father very little since I left. I had come back for the holidays and here and there while I was in college, but … now, I was a doctor. I was exactly what my father didn’t want. He wanted me to live here and live as he had. But not with Leah. He didn’t want that.
    I walk up to the door nervously, apprehensive of what I am going to see. I pull on the screen door, and my mother is standing right on the other side, taking me in for a long needed hug.
    “Trevor, I’m so happy to see you.” She hugs me tight, and I could feel her body shaking.
    I hug her tightly and don’t let go. It feels so good to hug the woman who has been on my side for all my life.
    We finally pull from each other, but she takes my hand and doesn’t let go while leading me to the kitchen. “Let me pour you a cup of coffee while I finish frying up the bacon. Your father should be out here in a few minutes.”
    I don’t say anything. I had actually hoped I would have some time with just my mother.
    “He is moving a little slow this morning so that means I am running behind.”
    “Mom, that’s okay. How is he?”
    “As good as to be expected. He is hanging in there. Seeing you will buoy his spirits, though, whether he admits it or not.”
    I nod my head slightly and don’t speak. She brings me my coffee and adds the