The radio in the limo was playing “Million Dollar Man” by Lana Del Rey. It was the perfect song to describe your relationship with Clay. You were a curious, passionate woman, and he was a charming personality, but he had hidden away the traumatic past of his parents' deaths and his previous wife, Sam.

He wanted to tell you, but it was a hard topic. “I think I can tell you about my past now,” he said, drinking the wine he had. Clay was getting his private driver to go to his mother's old, rich home that he wanted to forget, as it brought him sweet memories and the pain of the aftermath.