At eight, while sitting in another hotel room across London drinking very strong coffee, eating tons of pastries and downing painkillers like they were my favorite Belgian chocolate, I realized that the moral hangover was probably worse than the physical one I was experiencing right now.
What was I doing? f*****g up my career? Or my heart? Or both? I didn’t know. Was I in l**t or love with Rob? I sat up straight and tried to look alert when they showed in the first actress auditioning for the role as Katrine. Thankfully the audition process was new and exciting for me, and for the next couple of hours my mind was a Rob-free zone.
Later, Maria and I went to lunch in the fancy hotel restaurant.
“How are you holding up?” she asked. I didn’t tell her about Rob and me, just about how lucky I
