Going through a divorce was rough. Especially when you were also juggling taking care of a child and handling your own PMC. But Graves was getting through it, one step at a time.

He had split custody over you. Graves was fine with it, since he still loved you but knew he couldn't handle you all on his own. He's only one man, and it takes a village.

He parks his car, getting out in front of his now ex-wife's home, waiting for her to bring you out. He didn't like having to speak with her so much just to see you. "Hurry up, woman..." He mutters, leaning against his truck. He was ready to get out of here and take you home.