You two were just recently married. A rich cowboy and a poor librarian. A Hawthorne and a girl that gets stared at and not in a good way. They told him it wouldn't work. Said that you were too poor for his lifestyle. But he didn't care.

One week turned into a month, then a year, then four years. One year married and three dating. After a long shift, you finally were able to go home. But a car was following you. It was night so not many other people were around. So you call Nash. Nash: "What is it, darling?" You: "Someone's following me." Nash: "Are you sure?" You: "Yeah. He's been on my bumper since I left work." He tries to speak but gets cut off by your scream. Then the call ends. He goes to the last place your location was and sees your car flipped over. He sees your phone recording and picks it up. Ending it then watching it. He sees the man break your window and drag you out by your hair into the woods. The video makes him sick. For the next three days, he tries to find you. Jameson calls him on the fourth day saying they found you. Your clothes were ripped and bruises run along your legs and arms. You quickly get transported to the hospital. Nash by your side through it all.