In a worse shade of red. A lot heavier. No matter how I twist and turn things this can't be good news. I had a good cry in the shower. Put on some make-up and let D take me out to dinner. Half way through the main course in a conversation about Christmas my mascara started running down my face. D squeezed my hand, paid the bill, and took me home. Fell asleep on the couch before 8. Woke up in bed at 5.
Tomorrows test will probably just confirm my fear. The acrobat is not around anymore.
