Of course Fay was avoiding him. Because avoiding Preston was a million times easier than trying to figure out what to say to your one true love after you left him and broke his heart. Not that Fay had definitive proof that she broke his heart; he might have been perfectly fine. It just...it seemed better to play it safe. Especially after her first run in with him had resulted in mostly incoherent rambling. Or maybe it was coherent rambling. All she remembered was rambling.

Either way. Avoidance seemed the way to go. Not that she could tell Jane that. 

She wasn’t too keen on lying to her sister either. She had tried never to do that. But if it was between telling a small, harmless white lie and letting Jane think it was okay to run from one’s problems? She was going to lie.

Hypocrisy, thy name is Fay.

Jane watched the green hills roll by as the train rattled on. It was hot, a lower class car and she had the window down, but there was a permanent smile on her face. Her eyes were now as green as the grass and she felt as warm as the sun. There was no more doubt, no more fears.