Isabelle moved around her flat whistling to the music playing loudly on her phone. Today felt good or maybe she was feeling light. She wasn’t even going to let anyone or anything make it go wrong for her. She was cooking, something she hadn’t done in ages. Cooking to her was like something that made her connect with her past self and she hated doing that so much, she hated revisiting her own past.

She smiled as she turned down the cooker and she went to the sink to wash dishes. She wasn’t going to let anything dampen her mood. Her whole week went by in a flash and that...