Isolation did this to her. Weeks with only Em’s voice in her ear, only Em’s face in front of her, her whole life orbiting around her, and now days without anybody at all. She hadn’t been able to picture her mother’s face in years, but now even her dad’s felt different, as did the few people she counted as colleagues, even if she would never call them friends. Em was the only memory left to her, the only real person, and her imagination built a shrine to her.
