Jane didn’t sleep a wink. She cried half the night, constantly blowing her nose. The other half of the time, she was so angry, she couldn’t calm her mind down enough to drift off to sleep. It was absolutely miserable.
Helen had known something was up the moment she’d walked through the door, but Jane didn’t feel like sharing. She only answered her questions as minimally as she could and tried not to speak. She knew if she tried to talk, she would break down.
The next morning, Helen could tell something was still not right, but she didn’t ask Jane answer questions and volunteered to bring in the makeup artist to help cover up her face. Jane knew she looked exhausted. She had massive bags under her eyes and red splotches from her night of crying. It took the makeup artists longer than Jane
