Anna sat comfortably on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in her lap, her feet propped up and dangling off the edge of the armrest. The house was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun that streamed through the windows, casting warm patches of light across the floor. For the first time in months, Anna had decided to open her social media pages, a small act that felt strangely momentous.
After Mo Xing's accident, Anna had distanced herself from the noise of the outside world, closing herself off from the flood of condolence messages and public mourning that had overwhelmed her. The constant reminders of her loss had been too much to bear, so she had shut it all out, retreating into the sanctuary of her family and their private bubble of healing.
