But she can’t stick around all day, she has a life and a job to get back to. “I’m so sorry I can’t push these meetings any later,” she says, as I walk her to the door. “I’m fine!” I say, trying to smile. “I don’t need babysitting, I’m OK, really.” Keely looks reluctant to go. “I mean it,” I tell her. “I’m so tired, I think I’ll just take a nap. Cam will be home soon, and the doorman’s right downstairs. I’m perfectly safe on my own.” “OK,” she agrees, then gives me a hug. “But call if you need anything. To talk, or hang out. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, but I’m here to listen if you need.” “Thanks.” My words catch in my throat. Keely is being so sweet and supportive, but the truth is, I’m not ready to talk about it just yet. “I’ll let you know.” She leaves, and then I’m alone in the vast apartment. Olivia has been texting me to check in and give reassurances, but even her kindness adds to my anxiety, so I turn off my phone and wander the hallways, feeling out of sorts.
