Her mother came back soon and, when she heard Jeanne had briefly woken, she took it upon herself to wake her again, pressing hot ginger tea into her and generally making a fuss. No one asked Jeanne why she had been in the closet. Slowly, it dawned on her that her parents did not know at all. Jedrick and Paris had not told them. And…hadn’t Armand been there, too? None of them had said a word, and she realized she had spooked them all. Her state had been so bad when they found her…she couldn’t remember how she had been, but it must have been awful.
She wasn’t going to allow them to worry anymore. She was going to smile and get over it because she was done mourning over her own imagination.
The next day at school, she was mostly avoided. What a spectacle it was, no one would talk to her. B
