As Maryanne says goodbye to her coworkers and runs to her warm car, she can't help but to feel anxious. Her chest is tight, her throat closing up as she imagines all of the things that could go wrong back at the house.
“Why did I let him stay home with her," she grumbles aloud, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
As her mind goes off on a tangent, Maryanne's chest is pulled. Her legs ache from walking up and down the aisles and standing on the ladder to reach books that were higher up. All she wanted was to relax and sit with Max and Riley as they enjoy the evening.
She blinks the thoughts away, “That's odd." Her brow twitches at the new emotions running through her.
Maryanne finds herself pulling up to Max's mansion quickly, her thoughts clearing. She grabs her purse and enters into
