August Walker sat in the drivers seat of his car, in the driveway of his home that he shared with his wife Grace, and his dog Kal. A burn covering one side of his face, and a large bandage hiding badly done stitches, he didn't know what her reaction would be when he stepped foot back in that house, but he needed her, her touch, her love, and her support. "There cannot be peace without first a great suffering." He had never spoken truer words into existence.All Rights Reserved