She spotted Ron and Maureen dancing in the crowd. It wouldn’t have bothered her had Ron not shot her a look. It wasn’t quite disgust she saw in his eyes, but it wasn’t too far off either. She avoided his gaze and looked down. She wished she could pick up her life where she had left off before the war. To just continue and be happy and carefree. But the more time passed, the less likely that seemed possible. Something in her had fractured.