Lila
That night Lila couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in bed until even Rupert meowed at her in complaint. She groaned and rolled over again, staring at the ceiling.
She'd gone to bed two hours ago, but had swung wildly between anger at Dane that he'd been so cold towards her when he left, and deep sympathy because he'd obviously been in a lot of pain from telling his story. The reason his story had been so powerful was because he'd been open with feelings that--Lila suspected--he didn't usually share. She knew part of the reason he was so highly sought after for interviews was because he had always hidden the truth about his past. He was always aloof. Always focused on the business.
