The highway is a parking lot.
I've got to get to the hospital before I lose him.
Before I lose more of him.
I ride the shoulder cursing myself all the way.
Why didn't I catch on sooner?
I should have known something was very wrong.
Should have known they'd gotten their hands on him.
They claimed to love him.
Hell, they claimed to love me.
And I believed them.
Yet in a very short time, Patrick went from "I'm scared to let anyone get close to me" to "I'm not worthy of you."
What woman would want a man who's not worthy of her?
Or a man who is worthy of her and doesn't think he is?
Or worst of all, a man who is in most ways superior to her who doesn't think he's worthy of her?
