Esme Pov

I walked back to my apartment after a day of wearing someone else's skin. Right now, I was Tzeitel in a Broadway production of Fiddler On The Roof. Once I was standing at the door to my penthouse, I opened my purse and looked for my keys. After I found it and let myself into my apartment, I shrugged my coat, took off my shoes and placed my purse in the closet. Then I relaxed. Well, tried to at least. I got in about maybe five minutes until it was interrupted by my cell phone ringing. "Hello?" You could practically hear the impatience dripping from voice. "Well someone's in a mood today" said the voice on the other line. "Carmen?" I could practically see her smile through the phone. "Yes, I'm calling for two reasons. One: to check up on you and make sure you haven't had any relapses yet." I rolled my eyes. One time. ONE FREAKING TIME and I never hear the end of it. "What's the other reason?" She took an unneeded breath before answering. "Your family is looking for you." I dropped the phone to the floor. No. Not yet. It's too soon. What if I freak out on them? They can't find me. Not now. Not yet. I picked the phone. "Stall them." "How?" "I don't know Carmen, just stall them, I'm not ready to face them. Not yet."