Sara feels, rather than hears, a persistent tapping on the edge of her wakefulness. She struggles, shakes herself back over the edge of consciousness. What is the sound? Where is she? She forces herself barely awake, a sense of loss and regret announcing the events of the past day as they start to roll back in. She’s alone in bed, that wasn’t how it was meant to be. A glorious reuniting, a lustful recoupling with her love...