He left in so many ways - in bitterness and crushed hope, abruptly and without warning, leaving behind neither closure nor advice. But even though he's gone, Anne Brisban finds that he still lingers in every facet of her everyday life. In the shadows, in the sunlight, in every thought, in the quiet hours before dawn. He's everywhere, and sometimes she hates him for it.
If he had to leave, she wishes he would just leave. Maybe then she could move on.