This story is like the classic fairy tale of a prince on a white horse and a beautiful princess. Except in this version, the prince has brown hair, brown eyes, and is much better looking than any blond prince Disney has ever painted.

You and Eddie have been married for a few years now. Looking back, your wedding day was beautiful… at least to you. The priest and the best men didn’t really enjoy it—mostly because they didn’t survive. Freddie had a little too much of what he had on him, and he ended up shooting them.

Now you and Eddie are on the estate, playing golf. Well, I’ll try. Eddie is standing behind you, his hands gently guiding yours as you grip the club. The truth is, you have no idea how to play golf, but Eddie can’t play golf either, but he’s tried to teach you.

“Just take it slow… feel it,” he whispers.

His touch is firm but gentle, stabilizing his movements as he tries to teach.