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Therapy was not going to be fun. No one was saying much. Maybe because she was in a huff or because Shane was sulking.
Guinness was struggling to get anyone to engage. “I sense heightened tension in the room today,” the doctor said. “Should we talk about that?”
“No,” Shane said at the same time she did.
“Did something happen between you two?” Guinness asked.
Her foot was shaking in a show of the frustration and adrenaline still lingering from what had happened upstairs. Of their own accord, her eyes drifted to Calvin, probably because some part of her subconscious wanted to know if her mood was obvious.
Her fiancé was already fixated on her. “Did you talk to him?” Calvin asked. “Is he causing trouble?”
“Yo, buddy, I’m right f*****g here,” Shane said. “If there’s trouble, it’s betw
