She stands there, her arms wrapped tightly around herself in a desperate attempt to ward off the chill. The cold air bites at her skin, sending a shiver through her body that she can’t quite control. She hugs herself tighter, as if trying to hold onto some warmth, her breath visible in the frosty air. Her lips press together, but there’s a quiet vulnerability in the way she stands, alone in the cold, trying to find comfort in her own embrace.