Chapter 21

Two hours later, I walk into the empty apartment, dump my bag on the table, and survey the room. I don’t 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 on 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 push myself to work, never taking the time to absorb it all. I need time to think, real-time to myself, to figure out what I will do.

Do I want to work in Europe?

No. I don’t want to leave New York. 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.

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 daily, even though we don’t interact much.

But, on the other hand, things aren’t going