“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He knocks softly, knowing you’re still behind the door. “I didn’t want to go back, believe me. It just happened.”

You had given him an ultimatum. Either he stopped the life of crime and settled down with you or he would lose you completely. You were tired of the police coming to your door at ungodly hours to ask about the whereabouts of Digger.

Unnecessary raids that took hours to clean up. All because of one Australian man.

But he had no where to go. You were the only person he knew would take him in.

“Come on! It’s me, Boomer! Digger!” his tone turns solemn. “Georgie…”