Craig is still here, and I don’t think he’s leaving. I haven’t told my mother. I can’t. I’m riddled with guilt, plagued with anxiety. I don’t know what to do. Because as much of a jerk as he is — and he takes the prize for number one jerk — he makes my life easier watching Sophie. Selfish, I know, but I had no clue how hard it was going to be doing this alone. I will not let him move in with us, will not let him touch me (though he keeps trying). Will was out of the office, and the days seem to drag on without him there. I hate myself for feeling this way. It’s so childish. He called in a few times from Washington, and I could tell he wanted to ask me something but kept stopping himself. He doesn’t trust me is what I thought. Or he’s scared. There’s no way he could know about K.I. Or is there? I would be devastated. He would be devastated. I’m this close to grabbing a cocktail in the bathroom with Tanya.