Carter. But I did feel like life was getting more difficult and complicated. I worked on Thursday and Chase’s burial was Friday. Wes and I actually got into a small argument over going. He, of course, didn’t want me going. To him, the whole thing was dangerous and it didn’t matter if Chase was in a six-foot box or not. I found it ridiculously overprotective. He was dead, for Pete’s sake, and not only that, Wes might not even be back if it hadn’t been for Chase. I owed it to him to pay my respects, and so did Wes. Once I put it that way, he was okay with it. He wasn’t thrilled, by any means, but he understood. “You’re right,” he admitted. “Really?” “Yeah. I should be thankful to him for finally doing the right thing, but I can’t get the image of him putting his hands on you out of my mind. I really can’t.” I’d almost forgotten the altercation. Chase had tried to provoke Wes at a party a couple of weeks ago by yanking me by the hair. It turned out to be a mistake as Wes nearly choked Chase to death.
