An entire medical bag.
“This is felony-level theft. Finn is going to?—”
Hamish interrupts me with another authoritative bleat.
I stand and start pacing.
“Finn has feelings for you, Mary,” Keira says firmly.
“It’s obvious,” Emma adds.
“He’ll come to his senses,” Jane insists.
I shake my head.
“You don’t understand. You all had signs. Moments. Cracks in the armor. Finn doesn’t have cracks. He’s just… closed.”
“Mary,” Keira says softly, “a closed man doesn’t look at you the way he looked at you during that dance.”
“A man who feels nothing doesn’t lose his mind every time another man talks to you,” Jane adds.
“And an indifferent man doesn’t get drunk alone at the pub after pushing you away,” Emma finishes.
I freeze.
“How do you know that?”
“Ewan called Lachlan last night,” Emma says carefully. “Apparently Finn was in really bad shape…”
I sit back down abruptly.
“That changes nothing. He doesn’t want me.”
I inhale shakily.
“I’m leaving.”
“You mean leaving the castle?” Jane asks carefully.
I look at all three of them.
“I’m leaving Glenfield.”
They all start talking at once.
“Mary, no?—”
“Wait a few days at least?—”
“You can’t do that.”
I raise a hand for silence.
“I already started looking for another job. There’s a clinic in Perthshire hiring. And another in the Borders.”
“You’re really going to run away?” Jane asks quietly.
“I’m not running. I’m surviving.”
