Natalie sits on the edge of a broken chair, elbows resting on her knees, head down. The firewood crackles in the fireplace, but she doesn’t look at the flames. She stares at the floor, as if the answers might be there, something to explain what went wrong. She’s still wearing the red bra under her wrinkled shirt — a silent mark of what didn’t happen. It’s not just the rejection that weighs on her, it’s the confusion. The way Travis left, like running away was easier than staying and telling the truth. The air feels heavy, and the cabin walls seem to close in a little more. No one speaks. No one dares. She clenches her jaw, eyes glassy but steady. She won’t cry. Not now. But inside, something comes undone. It wasn’t just an attempt to be with him. It was an attempt to feel human again.