Time To Breathe

Time To Breathe: The ranch stretched wide, lined with horses and layered with time. Beneath the fences and saddle-worn paths was a quieter grief—one shaped like a man who went to war and never came back. Steve’s absence wasn’t loud; it settled deep, in the way Mary touched the bridle, in the way Jack watched over things without asking for thanks, and in the way Julie grew—strong, intuitive, and searching.