"No. She was the opposite. She did volunteer work went to therapy, was kind and good. She put her faith in me that I would stop my violence. That I would be with her.

"Now... Now I don't think I can. In some way, I don't think I want to anymore. Not completely. But I know I could not handle someone that might be violent with me." He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then back to the road.

"She had red hair, lots of curves, a good smile."