His father was at Jessica’s still and likely wouldn’t be home until late Sunday. That left all Saturday evening and the whole next day for Michael to enjoy the peace and quiet of having his house all to himself. He loved his parents and was glad he was able to help them, but it was damn nice to be alone again even if was just for a couple of days. In fact, Michael was happy enough not to feel bad for not having a date. When he was three beers and most of a pizza even happier still, Michael was thinking he’d have an early night. The doorbell ringing jarred him from his relaxation but fortunately didn’t erase it. He looked at the clock, wondering who could possibly be visiting at eight-thirty on a Saturday night. When he opened the door, he was shocked to see a very ill-looking Carrie Addison standing on his doorstep. It was all he could do not to catch her up in his arms. “Michael,” she said in greeting. “I’m sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t know what to say—so I just decided to come see you instead.
