awn was breaking on Christmas Eve as I walked out to the barn. My husband and two children were still asleep in the house. I wasn’t a morning person by nature, but I’d come to appreciate beautiful sunrises since my horse, Silas, got sick. I’d moved him from the stable, where he lived with my other horses, into the barn closer to our home. I wanted him near, especially now, while we waited for the results from the vet’s latest tests. I prayed she would know how to heal him, because I wasn’t about to let
