Because roderane said something that planted an idea in my head.
When Roderick’s car had been sitting there for a very long time with the wipers on but no one coming out, Jane strode across the car park, never mind the rain, to tap onthe window. Retrospectively, it was probably the rain that had forced Roderick
to unlock the doors- that tiny, protective part of him that thought the worst
and worried she would get a cold or something.
“I’m fine.” he said, before she
could ask. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” he repeated, and Jane realised he was trying
to convince himself far more than her, using it as a sort of mantra. He had a
jar of stage foundation (where had he gotten that? He wouldn’t have stolen it,
would he?) in one hand, and a makeup sponge in the other- he was trying to
apply it to his face, but his hands were shaking so badly he couldn’t do it. He
turned his face, just the slightest fraction, and Jane saw the black eye.