Chapter 38: Charlie

Not once in my life had I ever experienced rage so strong that I had to force myself to keep my mouth shut and then isolate myself to temper it. But that was exactly what I'd felt driving back from Dr. Nesbit's office. I forced myself to drive the speed limit. I refused to let a word slip passed my lips because nothing I said would be nice much less loving, comforting, or supportive. Sarah was being reckless and irrational, and I'd be damned if I could keep from telling her just how selfish I believed her actions to be.