Chapter 5
The morning revealed no charred breakfast left on the table, just a cup of Turkish coffee because Adam would return home tonight. I rubbed my thighs, which felt sore as if I'd spent the night riding. When Harvey was still alive, no matter how insurmountable the problem, once I climbed onto his back, all of my worries fell away. It was why, after my father left Australia I'd skip school to go for trail rides.
"Thanks, Harvey," I said to the ghost horse who'd visited my dreams to help me work out a plan. Eva wanted Adam. Adam wanted out. Eva kept using Pippa to reel Adam back into a dysfunctional marriage. I knew too well what that felt like! Well, Eva Bristow-Jackson was tangling with the wrong person. My b***h of a mother taught me a thing or two about manipulating a custody di
