Back In The Saddle. Karen Templeton

“You need a purpose, honey. A reason to get up in the mornings. To get out of your own head. And right now it doesn’t look to me like you have that. I’m only saying, that young man might be why you were led to come here.”

      “Now you’re just talking crazy.”

      “Yeah, well, at least I’m talking. At least I’m facing the truth. Not running away from it.”

      With that, Mama shook back her hair as much as a ton of hairspray would allow and left the room.

      But the worst part of it was that Mama was right. Dammit.

      Then again, if Mallory was as messed up as her loving mother seemed to think she was, what on earth good would she be to Zach? Who by all accounts was equally as messed up?

      She tossed aside the throw over her legs to get back in the chair, which she rolled across the floor to turn out the damn light, so she could sit in the damn dark and consider her sins.

      Which, apparently, were many.

      Dammit.