She drove, taking random rights and lefts, trying to outrun the aching pain in her chest. When she ended up in front of her old apartment, it took all her strength not to let go of the wheel. The light inside was warm and familiar. There was no ambiguity; she knew she was welcome. She could step inside and pick up the pieces of her old life like nothing had ever happened.

Instead, she drove away. She had fancy new pieces in her fancy new life. Pam still had faith that she’d find the glue to put them back together.