Emma stood outside the boutique staring at nothing. At the busy street. At people living their normal lives while hers fell apart piece by piece.

She'd come here to buy something. Anything. To feel like a person who did normal things. Who bought normal things. Who wasn't slowly dying inside.

But she couldn't remember what she'd wanted to buy. Couldn't remember why it mattered.

Nothing mattered anymore.

The coffee shop next door smelled like warmth. Like comfort. Like ...