The drive was quiet, except for her slurred complaints and sporadic giggles. I didn’t respond. Anger made silence necessary. She had been reckless, too reckless. Wearing that and dancing seductively like that- even letting the guy touch her.

Anything could have happened and Carol wouldn’t be able to handle the consequences. Shit.

When we finally arrived at my place, I opened the car door and helped her stumble out of the car. She was ranting, still attempting to shift blame or plead her ...