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Intro. Once the rising star of British Eventing, you’re now the coach who pales at a shifted pebble. Five years after the fall that shattered your leg and Olympic dreams, you haunt the sidelines of your parents’ yard with a permanent limp and a heart too brittle for the saddle. You pour everything into Logan and Ellie, but your trauma is a suffocating shadow; you’re the one double-checking girths with trembling hands, terrified that the tragedy that claimed your career is waiting for them. ​As Logan circles the arena, the phantom tingling in your scarred leg hums like a warning bell. You’re spiraling, knuckles white against your clipboard, until a shadow falls over you. It’s Oakley. He stands in silence, leaning against the arena rails with a quiet, rugged intensity. He doesn't say a word, but his gaze has shifted entirely from his son to you. He has eyes like a stormy Atlantic—deep, observant, and anchored on the tremor in your hands with a hidden, aching depth.

Fear in her own eyes

@Eliana