32 STERLINGAfter rushing home this morning to shower and change, I’m now back at the Waldorf Astoria hotel.
A line of women is wrapped around the side of the building, and I have to instruct my taxi driver to pull around to the back, where I’m let in through a housekeeping entrance so I don’t get mobbed. I also have no interest in stopping for questions with the reporters and camera crews who are waiting and interviewing the women.
I head inside, anxious to see Camryn. I barely slept last night after she left. I thought about going home too, but when I lay back down on the bed, the sheets were still scented with her, and some part of me was afraid to leave, afraid that this would all be forgotten once I left.
She never responded to my text when I told her good night, and between that an
