Lisa knew the perfect ritual of cold cloths and matte powder that would disguise the fact that she had been crying.
She got lots of practice.
She would sit in the car and have a little cry before she went into the office every morning. She repeated the performance before going into her house at night.
But she always made a point of telling people she was fine.
It was better to keep that shield up.
Fine kept people from asking more questions, kept her from asking herself more questions.
She didn’t want to figure out why he had left. She didn’t want to ask herself what she was going to do next.
She just wanted everything to be fine.