"Drawn and Navigated (Caroline)"
Out on the water alone, she'll tell you she's using the stars. She might even tell herself that. But truth be told, her sense of direction has always been more about heading away from things than toward them.
A life, a whole entire life, gets projected onto a single page of tan paper. Then somehow, sombody catches a recognizable portion of that life, and within just a few minutes it's laid out bare for anybody to look at.
What happens when the last straw and the last hurrah come at exactly same moment?