An overwhelming tiredness settled on Lucy’s shoulders like a heavy blanket, enveloping her. She was empty, drained, depleted to the point where she had nothing left. She had lived this life as many days as she could manage. She had been eaten away by guilt. She had done everything she could to try to get the answers. To stop wanting them in the first place. To pretend she could work around the gaping hole her questions had left in the middle of her life.

