The woman looked up. Her eyes were red. "You're Luna Mason. I drove four hours. I know that's insane. But my husband left me last week, and I printed your PDF because it was the only thing that made my apartment feel like a home. And then my printer ran out of magenta ink, so the flowers on page 12 look gray, and I just—" She laughed bitterly, rain dripping down her face. "I just wanted to see if the person who wrote about 'finding beauty in the broken places' has ever actually been broken."