Prologue
The estrangement took place so slowly that it felt absolutely glacial. He could see the cracks and he heard the distant rumblings that threatened a full blown collapse of the ice upon which he depended on for support, but it was hard to see any real change from one day to the next. It was a wearing away over time. It almost seemed inevitable. As if he had been waiting for it to reach this point since the moment they'd met. He was always waiting for her to leave.