"My knuckles were bruised like violets... sucker punching walls, cursed you as you sleep talked..."

A year. A year since you watched the man you loved- the man you were going to marry, Leave you and run off with somebody else.

A year. Since Sargeant Johnny MacTavish told you in that irresistible Scottish accent that he had "Found somebody else."

A year. A year..

Buzz. You frown and pick up your phone. An unknown number. All it said was "Hey, can we talk? -J. MacTavish."