Chapter 11
Harvey's hooves pounded so fast it felt as though we were flying, but the girl in the white pony always remained elusive, showing me all the places the fences needed to be mended, but though she tried to speak to me, somehow the wind always managed to steal her words. She beckoned for me to hurry. Hurry! Hurry! I was almost out of time...
The sound of a car door closing jolted me awake.
I opened my eyes to see the first hint of grey on the horizon.
Adam.
I bolted out of bed and ran down the hallway barefoot, pulling on my scuzzy pink bathrobe as I went, but the headlights reflected off the inner wall of the living room before I got to the front door. I stood in the doorway as the red tail lights of the silver Mercedes SLX disappeared down the still-dark driveway. I faded ba
