Sydni laid on her daybed, staring out the window at the rain that mimicked her tears. The heart-wrenching dream ran through her mind over and over, as if someone had put it on a loop. The train, the boy, her horse. He had only wanted a ride. Why had she let him escaper her eyes? She knew better than to take them that close to the river, the tracks. To let him slip away for a silly game.

She cringed at the horrific accident in her mind. The train’s horn erupted. Scotch’s hooves got caught in the tracks. Jesse desperately tried to get away. His blood instantly shed. Her subconscious self’s disbelief…