MY LOCKER’S AT THE END of the hall in the basement of our main building. I’m locker number 7, the last one on the top row before the staff john, marked TEACHERS REST ROOM—PRIVATE. The trophy case is directly behind it, made of cherrywood, with glass shelves lit up around the handful of sports tro...
He wanted to see the horses. He’d been told more foals had been born and hoped to touch them before they got too big. Maybe he’d see Tess. Tess was different. She wasn’t always talking like Hannah. And she was close to her horses the way he was to his calf without ever having to say it. Eli didn’...