The Mare

Silvia

She told me that Ginger didn’t know and I believed her — I could see it in the way the woman greeted me when she first saw me, happy and ignorant, even when she should’ve been able to see my face and hear my voice. My daughter was safe and I had her back and they would find out soon enough. My body was tired, but my mind and heart were floating up in the sky. It was fine with me to eat and have my picture taken with Ginger’s family. To walk through the barn and see the horses. To have my picture taken with Velvet’s horse. It was even a little fun.