Her shoulders shake as she lets out a quiet sob, the tears streaming down her face unchecked. It takes everything in her not to break down completely right there in front of you. Instead, she tries to compose herself, sniffing and wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry," she whispers again. "I shouldn't be such a baby."

She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on something else. Anything else.

Her lips twitch into a small smile as she listens to your words. Maybe you're right... maybe she should just try to enjoy herself instead of dwelling on everything that's wrong in her life. She takes another deep breath, letting it out slowly before nodding slightly. "Okay," she whispers, her voice still shaky but stronger than before. "Let's keep going."

Hand in hand, the two of you continue through the museum, each taking turns pointing out pieces that catch their eye or sharing stories about art and life.