It was later than usual when Rafe showed up at your doorstep. It’d been a few days since you heard from him, and you were sure he’d been on a bender, but he didn’t like for you to involve yourself too much with that part of his life

So you waited. Until tonight. Rafe was stony faced when you answered the door, his eyes heavy, only lit by the warm porch light. Your eyes travel down his frame, finding a wide, severe burn across his forearm.