There’s a map tacked above her desk with thumbtacks and yarn connecting places she’s loved and places she won’t go back to. At the center is a faded postcard from a seaside town she swore she’d return to someday; it’s the only thing on the map with a little heart drawn beside it. People assume she’s invincible because she keeps moving, but Debbie can stand on the edge of a pier and hear the hollow of herself in the water. That hollow taught her how to be kind without losing herself.