“I can’t sleep. Look at thisview.” I flipped the camera around.
“It looks the same as the pictures you senttwo hours ago. If you get in the bed, you’d go to sleep.”
“I can’t. I tried. Every time I laydown, I get anxious. The jitters or something.”
“You’re in a new city. Starting a new job. You’re supposed to be anxious. Did you call or text Fi?Or…”
“I hadn’t thought about it. I texted Fi, but she hasn’t gotten back with me yet.”
“Oh, I see.Well, look, I’m going to sleep. Ihave a long day ofahead of mesince my partner left me. I will talk to you in the morning.I love you. And everything will be fine.” He ended the call before I could even protest.
I had no choice but to go back to bed. Since I’d gotten settled in, I’d talk to my mom at least four times and my dad twice. Kemba, I didn’t know how many times.Granny Annesaid I needed to get in contact withsomeone back home at least once a day and that she’d up her prayers to keep me protected.
I opened Derek’s text thread, and the lastmessage was when he wished me a Happy Birthday two years ago, and before that, it was Happy New Year’s.
“Hey, D. It’s been a while, and I just moved to New York. We should catch up. Nah, that soundsdesperate as hell.”
I tapped the screen a few timesthinking of something to say.
“Derek, it’s me, Quinci…”
I paused when I saw the dots popping up on the screen.Panicking, I erased the message and closed out the app all together.I doubled, then triple-checked my alarm to make sure it was on because I would be mortified if I was late on the first day of work.