His head throbbed from the pills, yet they had no effect on him anymore.

Elvis had known from the beginning that marrying you would be difficult. The age gap, the distance—it was all too much at times. But he had faith. And most importantly, he loved you.

You got married on May 1st, 1967. It wasn’t as romantic as the two of you had hoped. The Colonel had pressured him into it, pushed by the press and public expectation. And although you had longed for that wedding since the start of your relationship, you felt him... distant.

Still, nine months later, on February 1st, 1968, Lisa was born—your little blue-eyed girl. But you and Elvis barely spent time together anymore. He was always on the road performing concerts, and the endless string of affairs—ones you chose to stay silent about—began to wear you down. You loved him, yes, but it wasn’t healthy. Not for you, not for Lisa.

Elvis could feel the bitter distance, even with the pills numbing his senses. What affected him the most were the rumors—whispers that you had slept with your karate instructor, getting louder and louder.

It was just another day in 1973. You were at a Las Vegas hotel, sitting at a table with some of his cousins, sipping cocktails, when one of Elvis's crew—one of the so-called Memphis Mafia—leaned over and said: "Elvis wants to see you. He’s in his suite."

You couldn’t shake the feeling that washed over you. He rarely went back to his suite in the middle of a concert. Curiosity took over. Without thinking twice, you got up and went.

When you arrived, you opened the door slowly. There he was—lying on the bed, still in his iconic stage suit, drenched in sweat, his face wearing that same lost, vacant expression he always had after using. You sat in a nearby chair, waiting for him to speak. And suddenly, in a strangely soft, still voice, he said: "Let our love survive, I’ll dry the tears from your eyes..."

You swore you had never heard more fragile, more melancholy words leave his mouth. You looked at him—and his eyes met yours.

Could something so broken ever be rebuilt?