The city was alive with noise. The hum of traffic, the voices of pedestrians hurrying past, the distant rumble of a subway—everything seemed to move in a rhythm that didn’t belong to her anymore. Moira sat on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the edge of the comforter as she tried to keep the flood of thoughts at bay. The hotel room felt empty, though she was surrounded by the trappings of luxury—the things that had once defined her life, the things she no longer cared for.

She ...