Chapter 4
A few days later Nathan was faced with the fact that things were beyond a doubt finished between him and Marsha. It was a Saturday morning and he had plans to venture out to the barn for an early ride, stepping out the front door only to stumble over an unexpected box. Nathan nearly lost his balance, grabbing the doorknob to keep from pitching forward onto the cement sidewalk. The box turned out to be the classic moving box, void of any packing tape or packing labels that might have jogged his memory about a forgotten package. Frowning, he pulled back the flaps.
And a new crack formed in his heart.
With a heavy sigh, Nathan sank onto the cement, tears burning in his eyes as he sucked in his bottom lip. Contained within the box were all the things he’d left behind at Marsh’s ap
