Chapter 43 The guilt

He was used to the foul odor of the stable. It had not been the first night, he had spent a night in the godforsaken place. Blinking his eyes open, being greeted by the eyes of the almost 7ft horses blinking at him in oblivion, as they stood in their small compartments. Something he was quite used to but something was not right, it did not feel right. Feeling the weight of someone on his chest, he panicked. Merri was not here, this was not Merri... this was Merri's place, Faith was not Merri. What was Faith doing—