It seemed odd to suddenly be worried about someone who I was sure was lying to me. She looked so forlorn, sitting there, and every part of me told me that it wasn't acting. She was not the same girl that she was when I left that morning.
"Yeah," She said, showing me a real, sunny smile, "I just don't feel so well. If it's ok with you I might turn in early. Not sure I can make it to town either tomorrow. I'm...I'm really sorry."
She didn't apologize like someone who couldn't make a trip. It was...I don't know what it was like. More serious, maybe?
"That's fine, honey. Go rest. I'll check up on you in a bit."
She nodded, stood up stiffly, and slowly made her way up the stairs. It was like all the life had gone out of her.
I meant it, too. I was going to check up on her. I wish I knew wh
