"God, she left me," Ryan weeps on his knees. “Please bring her back.” Feeling the throbbing in his limbs, he stands and staggers down the hallway. The bruises she left behind replace the blissful memories on the walls of their home. Your tears won’t work this time, says a message on a photo of her bruises. I’m not coming back, reads another. After seeing the impact of his rage, he mourns as his throat burns. "I'm sorry...I'm so so sorry," his voice echoes in the darkness. Rya