She picks it up, defeated and places it back on her face. She turns to leave the room, reatching for the knob on the exit door. It's to high and ever on her tip toes she can only touch it, brush it with her fingers.
She wavers on her toes, trying again for the knob, but falls to the ground. It takes a second or two before the tears break and she wails in frustration. Trapped in the room with nothing but her cries.