PROLOGUE
2 AM, Sunday, January 1st 2011
Broken glass dispersed all around the floor with cold droplets of fresh beer. The tension eloped all around the room, so tense and still it caused a wave of chills to race up my body. My heart raced in the silence from the fierce battle of debate about who knows what. But in the end it caused war between two people who once loved each other ever so deeply. Fury, anger and rage with a touch of vulnerability were presented in the eyes of a man who was panting from a fight that was obviously not the first. This was not supposed to happen, not today.
