The tears rolled down her cheeks in a steady stream, like someone had turned on a faucet just enough that the water drip, drip, dripped down into the basin.

The visceral reaction of her silent, shoulder wracking sobs scared her. She worried that the other patron's would start to question her sanity, not that she had any left, he had squeezed out every inch as if the emotion sat in cheese cloth.

Lost in the anguish of the way he said her name, Kate, only Kate. Not Katie like he always had, singing its praises instead of questioning its validity. It hurt her more than it should have, clearly. But as she was lost in it, she barely noticed the quiet hum of her favourite song, so fitting in that moment,