In the months following James' death, on thought had returned time and again as she passed others in the street. What secrets did these people hold? What had they endured? She wondered how many people rushing in and out of shops, or on their way to their work, had lost a love, or known deep disappointment or grief, fear, or want, yet summoned the resilience to go on. Those lines across foreheads, those mouths downturned --- what were the ruts on life's road that wrought such marks, those signs of scars on the soul?
After James' death, the protagonist found herself reflecting on the untold stories of the people around her. Observing passersby in the street, she was struck by the idea that many individuals carry hidden burdens—loss, disappointment, and grief. As she watched them rush by, she began to contemplate the strength it took for them to continue with their lives despite these challenges.
The visible signs of struggle on people's faces prompted her...
