"I'm fine," Jessica replied without looking at her, hoping desperately that it sounded truer than it felt. It was taking a lot of getting used to, being here, seeing Sam with another woman. It was something she never thought she'd see, and with everything else that had been thrown at her at the same time it was rather overwhelming.
"It's nice enough here, I guess. People are nice. The apartment's roomy. I guess after a while it might feel like home."
She sighed. The cheeriness just wasn't working.
"Honestly, I miss Stanford and the life I had there. I'd give anything to go back, but Sam says I can't leave. Which makes me almost want to leave out of spite, but I won't, because he knows what he's talking about most of the time. At least it's helping to know that it's been weird for other people too. That it was weird to you. Fan stuff? I don't think I have any fans."