Twenty three

It has been a week and Maisie was barely existing, she went through the motions of her everyday life but that was what it was. Motions. Nothing more nothing less, she couldn't feel anything except grief. Even her memories of Zach was still covered with grief. That they were not in speaking terms before he left.

  That was bad timing but knowing Zach he would have scoffed and said that nothing can go wrong or bad when he is around. But he was not around and everything was falling into pieces, Maisie never knew how much she relied on him until he was gone and she is still trying to cope.

   

     It was a good thing she thought of that story which she told her Co-workers. So now when they see her, they know that she is mourning somebody but she knew that she couldn't continue like this. Her work had become a distraction from guilt and she has been flying through her cases, solving everything with ligh