Carrie paused a moment, trying very hard not to loose her composure. She wipes her eyes with a napkin, then straightens her form out, sitting back further in her chair.
"I'm sorry". A glint of embarrassment showed in her face.
"It's okay." That all I could say, a little anxious about on how this was going. I put my open left hand, facing palm up, on the table. She placed her small hand in mine. She squeezed with a strength that surprised me, with all the power her small lithe frame could muster.
"I wasn't always like this, you know." She said. Her face seemed to show the frustration I know had to be there.
