The Introspection of Imogen Card

"We'd booked our place on the crossing just four hours earlier, and it had seemed at the time like we were planning some sort of impromptu honeymoon. There was no event or comment that seemed to mark any sort of turning point after the tickets were in our hands; there was no moment that I could look upon in retrospect as the instant where suddenly the chemistry dissolved. We just faded. We ran out of things to talk about."

On a cross Channel ferry in the middle of the night, a young man searches for his Ex.