Ayla sighed as she gazed out the plate glass window of the shop. It was a bright, sunny morning, and it was Friday, but Ayla wasn't looking forward to the weekend. It meant another depressing weekend alone in her apartment. She heaved another sigh and turned back to her work, ripping the seams to the dress she was altering. It had been over a year since she ended up in St. Louis. She and her husband had been heading West upriver when they had come down with fever. Selim had died in hospital, and she had miscarried their baby boy, and her world had fallen apart. Unable to speak English, she found herself nearly homeless more than once, and a long time until she was able to find steady work. Now, she was comfortable and stable, but the hole in her heart and the loneliness she felt were much more difficult to solve. She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't hear the delicate bell ringing above the door as it was pushed open. She looked up after a moment, her eyes coming into focus on the customer a moment later. "Good morning. I can help you?"