Where the Vows Go to Die

Previously

…I sat there for a long time, the photograph clutched in my hand, surrounded by the detritus of our shared history. The storm outside had finally broken, the rain lashing against the windows, mirroring the tempest raging within me. The breaking point had been reached. The vows had been tested, strained, and ultimately, it seemed, broken. But the mystery of how and why remained. And as the first hint of dawn began to paint the sky in bruised shades of purple and grey, I knew I couldn’t let it go. I had to find the truth, to unravel the silken threads of our unraveling marriage, before these echoes of 'I do' were silenced forever. The investigation had begun.