Chapter Fifteen
Be There For Me
I hoped that my mind would clear by the following morning, that I would have an answer to my miserable dilemma descend to me like an edict from God. Sadly, my thoughts were just as muddied and my spirit as vacant when I awoke as they were when I went to bed.
My work did nothing to raise my spirit. In fact, between office politics, picky clients and a mind fresh out of new ideas, a scheme for returning to the East Coast formed more clearly in my head with each hour that passed.
Late in the morning, as I was on my way to the Xerox machine, Harry slipped from his office and quite literally pulled me inside.
“You look drained, Natalie,” he said with a smile, but some concern. “You’re not sleeping well, I think.” His diagnosis was perfectly accurate.
