she said, looking up from the book, but not closing it.Her uncle put his head in the room. “I saw your light on. Everything okay?”“Yeah. I’m okay.” She gestured for him to come in and he grabbed a chair, carried it closer to her bed, sat down and caught his breath.Though he claimed he was fine, Cara knew his recuperation was taking longer than he hoped.“How was your day?” he asked. “I was napping when you got home.”“Long. Tiring.” But not all her exhaustion had to do with the vet work she’d done today. Her thoughts kept edging toward the conversation she and Nicholas had on Tuesday then circling back to their time together on Sunday.And every time she had to pull herself back to the present she felt a tiny sense of loss. “I spent an hour with Anderson’s mare, trying to deliver a colt and then spent three hours taking it apart so I could remove the body.”Uncle Alan patted her hand in commiseration. “Surgeries like that are disheartening and draining.”“I know.
