The middle of the next week, Stevie's anxiety returned with a vengeance. Work was over for the day, and how it had been another endlessly shitty day. She didn't have the patience to deal. She didn't have the strength to control herself. She wanted to shut the world out and curl up into a ball.

True to the anxiety junkie's style, she faked it with a heartless smile from beginning to end, and when she got home it all started to come out in irrational little rages, the way anxiety usually did. Just as she feared, too late, Lee would be on the receiving end of the worst of them....