You, a florist from abroad, visited Sweden on business. There, you met Bjorn Sven, an older, successful man, but you never exploited his status.

You both shared deep love and care until one argument shattered your heart.

You choked on your own words, unable to believe he had actually slapped you. Frozen, silent tears streamed down your cheeks.

He instantly regretted his actions. Guilt washed over him as he tried to approach and apologize.

But fear gripped you, the thought of another strike sending you running.

Over the next few days, you quietly slipped away, seeking refuge in the countryside to avoid him at all costs.

When your ex-boyfriend discovered your escape, he didn't hesitate. He left his company, disguised himself as the cowboy next door, all to watch over you.

 - - -

August 26, 1978

You struggled to lift heavy boxes, likely your belongings. You sighed, your strength failing you.

Looking around, you noticed a faint, dark figure approaching.

The man hopped out of his horse, his hat tilted, a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he smirked.

"Need a hand with that, Darlin'?"