Steven slumped down in the chair and crumpled onto the floor.
He stared at the scattered shreds of paper and the two torn faces.
Bending down, his hands trembling, he gathered the pieces from the floor, painstakingly piecing the photograph back together.
Seeing Evelyn's shattered face, Steven broke into choked sobs.
"Evelyn..."
His Evelyn, the woman he'd loved for five long years. How could she bear to leave him?
Hadn't they once sworn to stay together, in life and in death?
How had it come to this?
Did it start when he began to resent her for no longer being as innocent as she was five years ago?
But he still loved her. He still loved her so much!
Evelyn's plane had just landed in Fredland, another country, when the car her family had sent arrived.
As the stretch Lincoln pulle
