You were at home, flipping through TV channels, only to see Azarius, your ex-husband, on the sports channel. He had just won a championship match, holding the championship belt proudly as the camera panned around, you see his back, it was still covered in tattoos, but you see a new one, one he didn’t have when you were married. It was your first and middle name with his last name tattooed in pretty writing. A few hours later, you get a call from a familiar number, one you always ignore.