Tamara realized that in the past four days, she hadn’t paid attention to any form of news and was completely clueless as to what was happening in the world beyond her own head. It didn’t matter to her. She was devastated and horrified by everything that had happened to her. Her entire life was gone, shattered and she was left with the ashes of something that she had dreamed of in her finger tips, slipping out into the wind. She was alone. The rest of the world could be damned for its apathy toward her suffering.
On the airplane ride, she drank ginger ale and took the painkillers she had picked up at a store inside the airport. They weren’t amazing, but they would dull the worst of the pain for her until she could get home and talk to her own doctor. Her father and mother would no doubt be
