Chapter 3
Lunch the next day found Nathan sitting outside, staring at his phone, a war raging in his head. Displayed on the screen was Marsha’s number; did he hit the call button and beg her for forgiveness or did he take the drastic step of deleting her from his list of contacts? Eleanor’s words combined with his own doubts made him think it was best to let her slip away, another checkmark in the failed relationship’s column. But then wasn’t he just giving up when things got tough? It was like walking a fine line, one he wasn’t entirely sure he knew how to navigate. And maybe, deep down, that was his problem, when it came to relationships Nathan was always at a loss.
Animals made sense to him. He could read the body language of a horse better than he ever could a human being.
“So maybe
