Ayla sat by the window of her cozy apartment, staring at the rain-soaked streets below. The rhythmic sound of the raindrops against the glass felt like a balm to her restless mind. She had always loved the rain, how it seemed to cleanse the world and bring a sense of renewal. But today, Ayla felt trapped in her own storm—a storm of thoughts, regrets, and confusion. For months, she had been trying to rediscover who she was, to piece together the fragments of the person she had been before her world fell apart. The end of her relationship hadn’t just broken her heart; it had shattered the sense of identity she had built around someone else. Now, in the quiet of her own solitude, she wasn’t sure how to begin stitching those fragments back together. Her phone buzzed on the table beside her, momentarily pulling her from the heavy swirl of thoughts. It was a message from Tessa, her closest friend and one of the few people who had stayed by her side through it all. “Coffee tomorrow? I’ll pick...