For the next few days, Maggie threw herself into her work. She took on additional shifts at the bar, and during every free moment beyond that she walked the city, taking pictures. The freedom she felt as she captured images was almost swallowed by the deep pain burrowing in her chest.
Shane hadn’t made any attempt to contact her since he walked out of her apartment. She’d tried to accidentally bump into him as he left for work or came home, but he must’ve changed his schedule to avoid her. Ultimately, she felt lost. She made an appointment to see Dr. Janzen, because talking it through with someone who was objective usually worked for her.
Her family, especially Moira, couldn’t be objective. They all loved Shane. They would think his overprotective nature was normal, endearing even. Lying
