Even though we’d put each other through hell, we’d found heaven.

I was just as in love with her in our eleventh year as I was in the first. Every anniversary was a victory, a middle finger to everyone who thought we wouldn't last. Abby tamed me, marriage settled me down, and when I became a father, my entire outlook changed.

Losing Abby wasn't a story I remembered from early childhood--it was in my face, debilitating me like a sickness, robbing me of my senses and physically, excruciatingly painful. My mother's words echoed in my ear. Abby was the girl I had to fight for, and I went down fighting. None of it was ever going to be enough.

Jesus, Shep. I told you . . .”
“I know what you said. You have eighteen missed calls.”
“All Trent?”
“One is from Panty Wearers Anonymous.

So how you’re gonna play this?” Trenton asked.
“Divide and conquer.”
“Divide what?”
“His head from the rest of his body.”
Trenton nodded quickly. “Good plan.

¡No puedes decirme qué hacer, Travis! ¡No te pertenezco!

¡BUENO, YO TE PERTENEZCO!