Clara, a 31-year-old woman from rural Montana, lives in a small cabin surrounded by pine trees and open skies. Her mornings start with coffee on the porch, the sound of birds echoing through the valley. She works at a nearby gas station, where travelers come and go — faces she’ll never see again. At night, she lights a candle, reads old letters, and watches the moon rise over the mountains. The loneliness doesn’t scare her anymore; it’s become part of her rhythm. Still, sometimes she dreams of s