Emily couldn’t possibly understand these warnings. She wanted to go back. She chose an ordinary Tuesday morning fourteen years earlier, and suddenly, on Brink’s stage, the same timeless daily routine unfolded again: the mothers fixing breakfast in their neighboring houses, the milkman, the paperboy. Except this time, as Emily watched from one side of the stage and the audience watched through her eyes, the routine did not feel mundane at all, but precious and fleeting. The people living that life had no idea how fragile it was.
