THE NEXT DAY, SARA woke with incredible pain in her face. At first, she thought it was from hitting the toilet on her way down to the floor, but her nose was stuffy, too. Sinus infection. A heavy grogginess held her head in a vice-like grip. She could hardly open her eyes. When she did get up, it was only to use the bathroom or to refill her glass of water. She avoided looking in the mirror.
Jordan called her a couple times. Their conversations were brief. He only had a few minutes during the breaks in the sales meeting. In the evenings, he went out to dinners with the executives and clients. Glad-handing and networking. He told her he’d called every night before going to bed, but Sara didn’t have a single missed call on her cell phone.
He wouldn’t lie to her, would he? He knew she didn’
