Chapter Six
Carrie wanted to take it back. As usual, she had opened her mouth and the words had just come flying out. Being twenty-two, she considered herself older and wiser, even though her father had told her that she still had a lifetime of learning to do. At times, she was her own worst enemy. Her father had told her that, too, and so had Alice. That much they did agree on. The fact was that Alice didn’t deserve the way Carrie had snapped so rudely that she wasn’t her mother. What was with her and this need to always set the record straight? She just hated lies and deceit—yet here she was, walking side by side with the enemy. How screwed up was that?
“You’re probably wondering why I said that Alice isn’t my mother,” she began.
He matched her steps, his hands shoved into both pocket
