Kelly drove home from work. She was so upset, she could barely concentrate on the road. Her tears stung her eyes, and blurred her vision. She kept thinking about Mike.

She stepped into her apartment building, went up to the her floor, and went into her apartment. Her knees and legs were weak, making it rather difficult to walk.

Her apartment was neat. At least that much was right.

Kelly picked up her landline, and dialed the crisis line.

“Hello?”