She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't.

“A million dead butterflies, she said. Sorry as hell they ever landed here.”

“Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid y…”

“When my generation of women walked away from the kitchen we were escorted down …”

“But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender throug…”