Horse sh*t and distractions

Aribella POV

“What can I do to help?”

My father still had that look in his eye. He wanted to ask what happened, but didn’t know how.

“Peyton is clearing the stalls if you’d give him a hand,” he spoke softly. “It’ll go a lot faster now that you’re back home.”

I forced a smile, “I’ll get on it.”

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