The sun was high in the sky behind her as she approached the top of her mountain. It had certainly seemed higher when she and her father climbed it, but it was no less steep.

Brennan carried a backpack she'd thrown into her car at the last minute. She hadn't checked it since coming back from Maluku, but she trusted it had enough supplies for a day hike. Her cell phone was back in her SUV, turned off because there was no signal where she was hiking.

The conversation with Angela the night before had been awkward. Mostly because no matter how many times she reassured Angela she was fine, it was clear her best friend didn't believe her.

But Brennan was fine. Sure she had just packed up her life and left, but it hadn't been for a good reason. Logically it was the best thing for her. Angela simply wasn't as logical.

At the summit, Brennan found a rock ledge and sat. In the distance, the valley stretched out before her. It seemed as if you could see the world from here, but Brennan knew that was impossible due to the curvature of the Earth. Still, for a moment, she could pretend .

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it work," she said suddenly. It felt foolish to speak when there was no one listening, but it seemed important to give the words a voice. A weight they wouldn't have if they were only in her head. If words could have weight, because really, how could they?

Laughing at herself, she got to her feet. She would be fine. Because hearts couldn't break. It was time to move on, just like Angela told her. Apparently the mountain agreed with her, because it chose that moment to move from beneath her feet.