"My goals?" Abby asks, chest tightening. She understands the need for them, of course, understands that this can't just be something that goes on forever with no change, but it reminds her so much of the places she's been before. Of the people that she's disappointed by not fulfilling goals. "I... hadn't really thought about it."

That's not a fair response to Alana, though, not when she was one of the kind strangers that found her out on the anniversary of Amy's death by the sea. Whatever possesses her to care, Abby tells herself it's different, and it makes her want to do better this time. "To... be less sad, I guess. To stop going and jumping in the ocean every year like I do."