Yeah you go on and go to work," Larry's words, slurred and hateful, hit Carrie like sharp rocks.

She turned away from the door and stared at him. What had she ever seen in him anyway?

She heaved a sigh. He'd been handsome, and still was, when he wasn't dead drunk and sloppy like he was right then. His red-rimmed eyes narrowed. "What are you looking at anyway?"

"Nothing." She meant it. He was nothing to her, not anymore. She'd loved him so much though. Once. Once he'd been the very light of her ...