Jeanie
We let Isaiah sit in the pen with Chance until the pony stretched, climbed back to his feet, and shook himself, creating a flurry of hair and dust. I then went to help Isaiah to his feet.
Isaiah tried to take a step, and whimpered. Without asking, I lifted him up and carried him. Gabe met me at the gate and took him from me, carrying him all the way to the truck.
Once he was placed on the bench seat, he started loosening the straps on his leg braces. I jogged back to the office to grab my purse and keys. When I returned, Gabe was leaning against the bumper of the truck with his arms crossed over his chest and an angry look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. It wasn’t like Gabe to get upset with the kids, even when they were acting out. He tended to regard their behavior with
