Gripping the steering wheel Carson's knuckles turned white. With an angry metallic clang that reverberated throughout the silent evening the car door slammed shut behind him.
His entire body was trembling as he sat there not only from anger but also from intense nauseating guilt.
Because of his mother Annabel was in pain when he left her alone. He had let her down. He felt a chilly knot of shame as the thought twisted inside him.
The storm that was raging inside him was not much calmed by the deep breaths he took. At last he inserted the ignition key. As the engine roared to life he squealed his tires on the pavement as he pulled out of the driveway.
He returned to the mansion in a car that was too fast. Every time he turned the wheel the tension in his shoulders increased. He didn'
