She goes back to the town line, that night.
She's the last to exit the Author's library, way after Emma has brought Henry home, and she finds herself yearning for that shot she has left on Granny's counter without drinking it.
She goes back to the town line, and the air is still and smells like trees, vibrates of the electricity of an incoming storm. But there's no wind, and the pieces are still there, on the ground.
Back home, while she fixes them with some tape, one single tear falls in the middle of the page.
I miss you.