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?