The road leading back to you is intwined in so many other people's lives. How many hearts do I have to break to heal my own?
Prologue: Waves of Realisation
"So, this is it," Meg thought as she stood in the warm mid-summer evening outside the restaurant. She looked through the window and her heart sped up at the sight of Ben. He was sitting alone, waiting for her. And she had been so ready to go in just a minute ago. But when she saw him, realisation kicked in, and she remembered why she was there. To mend things between them, and it had sounded good to start with, but now... As if chatting over a meal and a bottle of wine would fix things... No. It wouldn't and Meg felt that the wounds would never heal.
Disappointed, she walked away.