Once I reached Antarctica, I poured everything I had into the expedition.I turned all the hurt and grief that love had brought me into fuel for my work.Everyone on the team respected my skills. Walter even told me the expedition was a big deal, and that once we got home, I could move straight into a lead role on the project, with a research group of my own.It turned out there was so much more to life than love. Money, status, recognition. I'd never needed to lean on a man for any of that.As I looked out at the towering icebergs and the endless sky and sea, I felt myself healing, body and soul.But on the day I collected our key observational data, while the whole team was celebrating, Oliver showed up.Only a little over a month had passed, but Oliver looked like a different man.The confident, larger-than-life man was gone. His lips were cracked, his face was unshaven, and his parka hung loose on him. He looked worn down and frail.Only when he saw me did his eyes light up a littl
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