There seemed to be enough space in-between us, but this was the first time I’d ever sat next to a human being.

The notes of the song flew from her mouth as if pulled by a string. The lights so bright, she was blind. The stage was alive, and the theater was swallowing her whole. There was only one way she was going to come through this performance with her life and her soul intact:

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.