Continued from chapter 12.
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Mary was struggling with her agoraphobia in front of an open door. The open door was a clear passage to her second chance but her mind wouldn't let her have it.
Theo didn’t grab her from behind, but she sensed his presence. He didn’t have to grab her. She held herself prisoner, inside his home, even if he didn’t. Shame washed into every cell in her body, and she crumpled to the floor. It was too much. The fear, the panic, the defeat. It drained her until all that was left was a pile of flesh and bones huddled on the tiled floor of the entryway, sobbing and listing the US president as if it was the only thing keeping her alive.
Her eyes were clenched shut, but she could feel him there as he knelt over her. She could feel him staring and the pity he exuded.
