I take in my tired, pale reflection and sigh again as Janetta fusses around in the lounge laying out my clothes. She offered to come with me to my show after she found me crying, and I told her why I was so upset. She tried to defend him. Of course, she would, as she adores the very ground he walks on, much like most people who know him. I block her out. Just so low, deflated, and empty.

It feels like going to graduation and having none of your loved ones show up for you. Or a birthday ...