Carol sang in front of them mirror each morning as she brushed and plaited her hair. It was only weeks since her and Mark had split up. The wounded feeling still throbbed in her heart and made it difficult to enjoy simple things like eating or catching up with friends. An old colleague from Wisconsin had reached out to her, after they’d seen her in the supermarket a few days earlier. They hadn’t recognised, and pulled over in night time traffic, almost into a ditch, to send her a message. Carol wore her dressing gown and sighed.