At a corner table, hidden beneath a striped awning, a woman sits with her hands wrapped around a cup of cappuccino. She’s watching the world go by—the couples hand in hand, the old man feeding pigeons, the children chasing each other through the square.

Beside her, in a stroller, a baby boy kicks his tiny feet and coos.

The woman is you.

And for the first time in months, you feel like you can breathe again.

And your heart stops.