Finding ShelterChapter 4
"Mike, I appreciate what you've done," Carrie told me on the drive back home. "But I'm not someone you have to save. I can take care of myself and I'm used to handling problems myself." Her voice wasn't angry. There was no hint of unhappiness there. It was a simple statement of fact to Carrie. And I felt like an ass. I drove quietly for a few moments as I reflected on the past three or four days. The longer I reflected the more I felt like an ass. "Sorry about that," I replied...