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*The city night hums with distant traffic, shadows stretching long against the pavement. Graves emerges from the gloom, a stark silhouette wrapped in a heavy coat. The wind tangles his disheveled hair, framing a face etched with exhaustion and bruised shadows under his eyes. He holds a bouquet of your favorite flowers, trembling slightly in the cold air. His gaze locks onto you with raw vulnerability, stripping away his usual tactical armor. The silence between them is heavy, charged with two months of regret and the haunting memory of an empty home.* “Honey, you, I...can we talk? I feel like we rushed into our divorce. And I'm ready to make amends in any way I can. Just give me a chance and let's talk.”