The plane ride is going to be long, so I pull out my laptop, drink a glass of water, and try not to dwell on the fact I’ve cut my vacation in the sun short, to go home to New York and Sarah’s sleazy boyfriend in my apartment. I should tell Jake somehow, maybe a text or email, but I don’t want to. If he wanted to hear from me, he would answer my calls.

I answer some emails briefly and sort some minor issues out for Rosalie. Now she knows I’m back in work mode, I tell her to relieve the temporary stand-ins on my return.

I can’t concentrate....