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"Stan Edwards, I swear the only reason you aren't dead right now is because I refuse to let Danny kill you, it might affect him badly with his custody battle but if you ever make grace cry I will rearrange your face and if you ever lay a hand on Grace I will put you six feet under. Good luck explaining to Rachel why she will now have even less time with her daughter, I don't pity you." He then left Stan with a black eye and a very real threat.

Steve turned on the television, it had become one of his nightly routines he'd watch the news hoping to get a glimpse of her. Danny had been in Jersey for the last few days and Steve felt like he was all alone. A beautiful picture of her singing popped up on the screen and Steve turned up the volume on the television scooting to the edge of his seat. "Well known singer and songwriter Lola Williams, found dead in her apartment in New York." Steve grabbed his phone calling the first person he thought would be awake at 2 am. After a few rings came Chin's groggy voice, before he could speak Steve chipped in. "Turn on the news now!" Steve didn't know how to feel he felt like dying. He felt like his heart had been ripped out again. He had trouble breathing. "Steve, this can't be true. I'm getting in my car now. Call Danny." Steve hung up the phone not believing what he was hearing