The Summer's End
“As she drove north to McClellanville, her mind was going full speed, caught up in a maelstrom of emotions and thoughts. She’d left Carson in her room alone. She couldn’t bear to stay there while her sister read her book. It was too personal.
Harper squeezed her hands on the steering wheel and thought again of her advice to Carson—now’s the time you need to hold on to Blake. It was high time she took her own advice.
The light turned red and Harper brought the Jeep to a stop, shifting the gears easily. She remembered her terror when she’d purchased the Jeep and realized it was manual transmission. Immediately she’d panicked. Why hadn’t she believed she could do it?
As soon as she asked the question, she knew the answer. Fear. Fear of failure. Fear of not being perfect. Fear was at the root of her problems. The bedrock of her timidity.
The light turned green and Harper took off again. She was driving through a remote section of the vast Francis Marion Forest. As the miles passed beneath ...her humming wheels, her anger percolated.MoreLess
Harper squeezed her hands on the steering wheel and thought again of her advice to Carson—now’s the time you need to hold on to Blake. It was high time she took her own advice.
The light turned red and Harper brought the Jeep to a stop, shifting the gears easily. She remembered her terror when she’d purchased the Jeep and realized it was manual transmission. Immediately she’d panicked. Why hadn’t she believed she could do it?
As soon as she asked the question, she knew the answer. Fear. Fear of failure. Fear of not being perfect. Fear was at the root of her problems. The bedrock of her timidity.
The light turned green and Harper took off again. She was driving through a remote section of the vast Francis Marion Forest. As the miles passed beneath ...her humming wheels, her anger percolated.MoreLess
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