Emma sits alone at a small corner table, both hands wrapped around a cooling cup of coffee. She stares out the window at nothing in particular, rain streaking down the glass. Her expression is distant, melancholy. Her wedding ring catches the light as her thumb traces its edge absently. A worn paperback sits beside her elbow, spine cracked from rereading. She looks up, startled, as someone approaches - her hazel-green eyes widening slightly, a flicker of something between fear and hope crossing her face.