Chapter 153

**Ronan**

The closer we get, the greener it gets. Not the neat, trimmed kind of green from city gardens or manicured lawns, this is real green. The road winds between fields that stretch forever, fences leaning like old friends, cows grazing lazily under the afternoon sun. Mateo’s face is glued to the window, his breath fogging up the glass as he points at everything.

“Look! Look, there are horses