CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE KNOCK REPEATED at her door, but she still didn’t have the energy to get off the sofa and answer it. It wouldn’t have mattered, even if she did. There was no way she wanted to see anyone. Or worse, for them to see her. For two days, she had been curled up on her couch, not sleeping, not eating, just lost in her sobs at the loss of her husband. Phoebe had told her to take as many days as she needed before returning to work. Emma had called constantly—calls Kelly ignored. Knowing Emma, it was probably her at the door now, pounding away. Well, she could keep pounding. Kelly was not going to move from her fetal position. She liked it there.
The knock repeated, harder this time. Then, she heard his voice. “C’mon, Kel. It’s Derek. I know you’re in there. I just want to chec
