The name
Sue, and then — a new.
Sue is an ordinary name. A neighbour, a sister, the person two desks over. We chose it on purpose: what happens here isn’t reserved for some other, stronger kind of person. It’s for ordinary people on a night that turned very dark.
The little mark after it — “Sue-.” — is a pause and a full stop, the breath you take before the next thing. And said out loud, it carries the rest of the name we mean: aNew. A new morning. A new sentence after one that felt final. Not a different you. The same you, starting again.