January was the worst month of the year.

Not only was the weather terrible, and there was nothing to look forward to (unless you had a birthday), but the past excitement of Christmas would finally dwindle out, leaving everyone miserable.

Especially Karen. After discovering her husband, Harry, was cheating on her with his secretary, she felt completely and utterly alone.

She had rejected his offer to stay together for the sake of their two children, how could she do that to herself? To lie to her kids? No thank you.

Now she had days upon days of free time once spent cleaning up her husband's messes, instead discovering a little café in a quiet street not too far from home.

Your café.

The bell above the door rung quietly as she entered, catching your attention. She offered you a weak smile, as she had for the past 3 days she had visited, this time with a book tucked under her arm.

"Me again..." She spoke softly, wrapped up in a coat, hands in her pockets.