Shelby survived the accident relatively unscarred but her best friend and bad-ass-in-arms, Helene’s brain was without oxygen for over six minutes. She was left in a coma, needing a breathing machine, being kept alive in her childhood bed. Hoards of strangers came to pray, hoping for a miracle. Shelby always blamed herself and thought she should have been the one who had been damaged. After a suicide attempt and a nervous breakdown, Shelby moved to Manhattan with her drug dealer who would be studying pharmacy. She found a job at a pet shop and eventually began to take in rescue dogs. Her best friend has three beautiful kids that Shelby comes to adore almost as much as her dogs. As unlikeable as Shelby is it is hard not to love her.