“There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.”
Alfred De Musset
She remembered when she and Vincent used to hike this path together. Those were special, happy times and they were so in love. Then the accident and she was wrenched from Vincent’s presence to a world she was unfamiliar with. But this path seemed familiar to here though she remembered little else except she was so sorrowful. Where was Vincent? Maybe is she keeps walking she may see him again. Maybe not.