Aiyana

The morning sunlight was filtering in through the curtains in the apartment where Aiyana stayed.

She glanced over at Schwartz who was sleeping beside her. It was early in the morning and she noiselessly slipped out of bed and padded across to the bathroom, intent on getting herself a cup of coffee after that.

A few minutes later, she was sipping her hot black coffee and checking her phone. The news from her farm, her late husband’s farm actually, made her smile. The man in charge, her trusted manager had written to inform her about two foals that had been born. He went on to talk about other matters...