Felicity went to her apartment by the beach to do some maintenance. She watered the plants, fluffed the pillows, and checked the expiration date on that yogurt she had left behind. She made herself a cup of tea and went out onto the balcony to observe the ocean. She felt as though she could relate to it somehow. The way it constantly moved, its waves crashing against one another. It’s how her life felt. Everything clashed and there was no direction left.

She sipped her ...