I walk into the empty apartment two hours later, dump my bag on the table and survey the room. I don’t even want to be here, I should be at work organizing, instead of coming home to sob into my pillow. I need to get a grip of my life. Wilma is right and all of this has been non-stop, yet all I’ve done is bury my head in the sand and pushed myself to go to work, never taking the time to absorb it all. I need time to think. Real time to myself, to figure out what I’m going to do.

Do I want to work in Europe?

No … I don’t want to leave New York.

Do I want to leave Carrero House?

No. I love working there, it’s familiar and stable. Plus, I adore Wilma, Margo, and even Rosalie. I would miss the people I see every day even though we don’t interact much. I couldn’t leave Sarah. I mean, I know she has Marcus and lately, I’m starting to warm to him a little. I even laughed at a joke he made a few days ago, but still … She’s my best friend.

But, on the other hand, things aren’t going anywhere. I feel like every time I see any light at the end of the tunnel, Jake appears and blacks it out. He’s all I can see; all I can focus on and it’s driving me slowly insane.

How did we get here? He used to be my everything, my friend, my protector, my lifeline … and now he’s the cause of everything that’s wrong with me.

months, but the reality is, it’s only been weeks, just a month. Dragging days and sleepless nights have caused time to stand still and I need to get over him, yet I haven’t

to be an ordeal and a half as I know my mother wanted to come here this year for some

I miss

such a short time she’s settled so well. She can’t believe how blessed she is, getting used to a wealthy family and all the perks

feels good. I’ve missed running even though I only seemed to do it when I was staying in hotels with Jake. It had

day again as it helped before, helped me get my emotions in check, helped me work through my

night. Show everyone who I am, who I used to be. I don’t need a

plenty of people I know there. All the staff from sixty-fifth, Margo, Wilma, Rosalie,

friend and my ally when he took me on his

I know her

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