All she'd desired used to be a little room, some time to herself. She'd been overwhelmed through her life. A twenty-minute ferry ride had seemed perfect. She hadn't acknowledged that two miles may want to stretch into greater than a decade.
She remembered that complete summer, and the horrific years that had preceded it, in excruciating detail.
She remembered how it had felt and tasted, that slowly descending depression, like a thick glass jar that closed around you, sucking away the air you wished to breathe, developing a barrier between you and the world. The hell of it was that she'd been able to see all that she was once missing, but when she'd reached out, all she touched was once cold, tough glass.
It had began with a few dark days, a few nightmares, however as the wintry weather
