“Jessica are you feeling okay?” Dr. Trey looked at her with his baby blue eyes as she was not acting like herself. She looked like s**t. Normally Jessica was well put together, nice make up, and full of life. Always up beat no matter how busy they got. Today she was off. Distant. Bags under her eyes and moving around slower than she normally did. The half fake smile didn’t fool him.
No. She was not feeling ok. Her friend was possibly murdered last night. Couldn’t get ahold of her since the party. The more time that passed without hearing from Anna, the more worried she was. But she couldn’t tell anyone. Surely that would be a one-way admission ticket to the psych ward for evaluation. “Just tired.”
If she had the energy she would appreciate Dr. Trey’s concern. Appreciate he noticed her. B
