There was glass everywhere, crunching under my slippers, sparkling on Meira's bed in the dim glow of her nightlight. A breeze blew in the wide open window, her gauze curtains swaying in the wind. I ran to the gap, looked out, but knew it was foolish. If I couldn't feel her anymore, there was no way I'd be able to spot her.

Unless she was... I flinched from that train of thought. No, she was still alive. Our connection remained. But she wasn't able to contact me any longer. ...