But I’m not in the mood to fight today. I planned this day for Jessa. So I give him a nod and he gets back into the car and leaves without a word.
Jessa waves and then turns to me. “This is amazing. Where are we exactly?”
“It’s called Worthington Manor,” I explain. “They breed horses. Those are the stables just over there. Once we cross the fields, there’s a huge farm. Tons of land. The owner and his wife run the farm and their son and daughter-in-law run the manor.”
Only Worthington Manor’s stone chimney can be seen from here. Two pinnacles of gray stone rising above flawlessly manicured trees. The sky is scrubbed clean and blue, free of clouds, and the gravel driveway crunching under our feet is music. In the distance, a bubbling brook chatters to us.
“This place is… crazy,” she says
