Two Lives Left
You feel the leather of the saddle under you and your feet secure in the stirrups before you’ve opened your eyes. Your head is heavy on your shoulders and there is a stinging sensation behind your eyes.
"Ernesto?! Where did you go?!" Liza sat up abruptly, the papers on her desk scattering everywhere. They floated slowly to the ground as she searched for her puppy. "Nesto?!"