Finding Carrie by C. E. Snyder Page A

face.
    “Yes, you are,” he said. He had to come up with a plan and fast. “Stay in the car so I can get your family out to cover you. Man, I wish you had one of your bodyguards to help,” he said, reaching for the handle.
    “Why don’t I?” Carrie asked, grabbing for Isaac’s hand for the first time since she lost her memory. Isaac jumped at the touch of her and was taken back for a moment.
    “You don’t think it is necessary when you are not working,” Isaac said, savoring the touch that he was beginning to miss.
    “Oh,” she said. She let go of his hand. Isaac got out of the car. Carrie heard her name being called and saw camera flashes going off as Isaac shut the door. She sat quietly in the backseat, wondering just what kind of person she was. He had told her she was a writer. She didn’t think that was true, but the crowd outside the door waiting to get her picture had her wondering.
    Isaac was back quickly. He opened the door, making her jump, but he didn’t seem to notice. “The crowd is bigger than it looks, and there is really no room to move, but your family is making a small aisle to get you through. Do you think you can walk?” Isaac asked. Carrie’s legs felt weak, but she was willing to try. She nodded. “We will have to move fast,” Isaac said, opening the door and getting out, shielding her from the crowd outside. She heard screams again as she shifted to take Isaac’s hand. He pulled her out to her feet. Her legs were rubbery. Isaac put his arm around her for support. She stood there watching the crowd. Some of the faces were her family. They had their arms spread wide, trying to hold back the sea of people pushing to get closer to her. Flashes of light were blinding her. Her legs gave out, and Isaac quickly cradled her up and ran for the door. Her family slipped in after.
    “Wow! How do you live with that Carrie?” Melanie, Carrie’s older sister, asked without thinking. She put her head down after she realized what she said. “Never mind,” she said as she remembered that her sister had amnesia.
    “I’m going to take her to the room so she can shower and get fresh clothes on. See you all at dinner,” Isaac said, still holding Carrie in his arms. Carrie was holding onto his neck and her head was leaning against his shoulder. She felt safe with him, though she didn’t know why. Isaac loved the reaction she had with him. It was the same as always, but he looked into her eyes as he set her on her feet for a brief moment to unlock the door. Her eyes still looked lost, and that was heart breaking.
    He bent back down to take her into the room, but her hand went up. “Let me do it. I have to regain my strength,” she said, holding the wall as she slowly stepped forward. He felt rejected for a moment but knew what she said was true. He quickly turned away so she wouldn’t see the sadness in his eyes.
    She finally reached the bed and flopped herself down. “I want to sleep,” she said, her voice muffled by the blanket.
    “And I would let you, but you’re beginning to stink,” he said with a smile. She rolled over and sat up. He waited for the reaction, waiting for what she would have normally said, but she just looked at him. Then a smile crept onto her face.
    “Okay,” she said, lifting her arms. He expected her to smell herself and say ‘I do?’ but she didn’t, and that only meant she really didn’t remember anything.
    He took her hoodie off and reached down to pull her shirt off. “How do I live with that every day?” she asked as her shirt fell off her head.
    “Well, you would stand there and try to answer everyone’s questions and let them take your picture. It takes hours to get you into a building sometimes, but then again, sometimes it doesn’t happen at all. When you are working, you have a bodyguard. You’re such a caring and giving person. It’s one of the qualities that I love about you,” he said. After removing the rest of her clothes, he covered her