#nf:casey

Being alone was hard right now. Especially being alone in her new apartment, filled with packed boxes from her old life that had been shipped to Denver a few days after her arrival. Thank god for good friends, Genevieve thought. Laura, her best friend in New York, had gone through Genevieve’s apartment after she left and had salvaged what was left of family photos, decorations, trinkets from various fundraisers throughout the years. Genevieve knew that some day she would be grateful to have those items with her, but for now, they were impossible to look at. It even hurt being in the room with them, packed away in boxes stacked along her apartment walls.

Genevieve had gotten ready for the day the second she’d woken up. Getting dressed was still incredibly difficult and painful on her shoulder, but she’d worked slowly and managed to throw a button up blouse on - struggling with buttoning the buttons only briefly. Her doctors had told her to have someone help her with daily routine things like getting dressed and washing up, but who did she have to help her? Unfortunately that list was even shorter now that she was in Denver, so she would figure it out for herself.

She was supposed to meet Becca in her apartment around 3 o’clock for lunch with a friend of hers, but there was no way Genevieve could stay in her own apartment that long. She managed until 11 before the feeling of fleeing was irresistible.

Luckily her niece Alana had been home to let her in before running to class, so there Genevieve sat, on the couch in the living room, patiently waiting for someone to arrive. She’d gotten a book from the airport on her way to Denver and was slowly making her way through it when she heard a knock at the door. She placed her book down beside her and stood slowly, she had to be careful now of quick movements because of her shoulder, and made her way to the door.

“You must be Casey,” Genevieve smiled sweetly at the new face.