It had been three days since he’d lost it and attacked Glenn Shearing, and the guilt and self-recriminations had eaten at him steadily. When Chase had told him about the psychiatrist willing to make house calls, James had agreed readily. He wanted to get better, and he wanted to be able to apologise to Shearing, but right now, he thought he’d have a panic attack if he tried to speak to the man. Because there was no reason he could see for Glenn to accept his apology. Yeah, James wasn’t happy about his secrets being spilled, but he did understand he couldn’t be helped if he didn’t admit what had happened. Hiding away from the world wasn’t the answer, and he just hadn’t been strong enough to face it. He might never have been if Glenn hadn’t pushed, even if that wasn’t what Glenn had been trying to do. Everything was such a jumble in his head, but things were starting to settle. Bits of himself he’d thought lost were floating to the surface, maybe not as strong as they used to be, but still there, still a part of him.
