Martin had never been one for stability. He was young, pretty and reckless.

A Carjitsu competitor for the hell of it with a perpetually bloody nose.

No, stability wasn’t in his vocabulary as he smoked cigarette after cigarette, locked in his room with his music blaring so loud, it drowned out any sound outside his bedroom door.

Stability wasn’t in his vocabulary as he went through girls like one goes through pages of a book.

Not until he found her.