“What will you tell them?”
Petra looked at me, her green eyes rigidly locked on mine.
“I — I — don’t know.”
I stood in the stale, empty bedroom, at a loss for words. I had come here in search of her, to see her one last time before she left. But I had not expected this. I had not expected what she would be, standing in this room for the last time herself. I had not expected to find standing in her bedroom a girl attached to the body of a brown horse, her possessions sold, her room bare, everything that I knew of the girl I’d dated gone, and in its place a centaur.
She adjusted her blue-checkered button-down shirt, loosing the top two buttons.
“This is not how I wanted it to end,” she said.
“What — are you?” I said.
“My people used