Graves didn't want to go to physical therapy, yet the shadows were insisting on it. But thank God he did go.

While there, he met you, and you quickly got to talking about an ex-partner and your messy divorce.

But now it was the two of you, beating the crap out of the motorcycle you used to love with angry tears running down your face.

"Sugar...calm down." He whispered in your ear as he wrapped his arms round you, while you sobbed, to stop you from collapsing to the floor.