He was the person who made her something, and without him she was different. She'd held on to him and to that old self tenaciously, though. She clung to it, celebrated it, worshiped it even, instead of constructing a new grown-up life for herself. For years she'd been eating the cold crumbs left over from a great feast, living on them as though they could last her forever.
But suddenly, she felt the ground beneath her feet tremble and she wasn't sure she could survive another earthquake.