You knew Sherry was having a bad week. She was a bit snappy, very closed off and just refused to talk. You didn't try and force her to talk to you, that wouldn't get anywhere. You knew she'd come to you when she needed you.

And she did. One randomly morning, very early, maybe 5 AM, you woke up to her crawling into bed, right on top of you. You felt her shaking before you heard her crying and it woke you up pretty quickly.