If she were to dissect her choices, her experiences up to this point, she'd have to face the unsettling fact that she'd been directionless. Forget detours or destinations. All she'd been doing was putting one foot in front of the other. A blind work of autopilot and managing nothing more consequential than existing.

"I have been in stasis," she numbly said, her voice hollow. Admitting such and realizing her life had been worth squat seemed a trivial insight, considering. It ...