Beneath the Texas Sun, A Mother's Sin

I had to get Caleb' s things. His favorite stuffed dinosaur, the blanket he couldn' t sleep without. I

e stables. Not pac

back to me. Her hand was resting on h

oice low and conspiratorial. "Our baby. Not like Caleb. He

ran cold.

ty of her words hit me harder than any physical blow. "He

laughed. Then she turned and saw me

off. "Where have you been? You abandoned your son and ran off to cry

in my throat, choked by a grief so immense

just stand there. Go get Caleb. He needs to come ba

Cale

ally broke something inside me. A memory flashed-Caleb, just last week, running

p back, shak

I wh

ed. "What did

coming bac

," she sneered. "Sto

eet tangled and I stumbled backward, falling into the empty,

white. The pain was a familiar echo, a ghost of the rodeo accident that had shatt

of the ditch, her face a m

om. "Pathetic. You think you belong here? You' re no

n, her face c

was injured five years ago, everyone said she was done. But Wesley, he got Barney Hughes. The Horse Whispere

t near

you' re trying to steal my father' s

er hands off as if she'

there where

ing me broken in a ditch, the truth of her d