She looked at them. These people with their echoing laughter, as though to taunt her. But she was old enough to know that they simply did not care about whether their laughter, their joviality would be taunting or not.
She wanted to be angry, but she didn’t even have the right, it felt like, to be angry with anyone.
There was a gap between how she felt long ago and how she felt now, and it seemed to be growing every day.
There was this aching need to be away from here.
As people spoke to her, as emails flooded her inbox, as voicemails accumulated on a phone she could not bring herself to answer, she didn’t know how to respond to any of it. Her mind was a dark chasm where the only light was escape from here.
FROM HERE. PLEASE.
She wanted to just be disappeared.
What would it be like, she wondered, to start over from ground zero, as if none of the years preceding and intervening had ever happened?
What would it feel like to be home again?