I do not own the Power Rangers and will not be making any money from this. There was a tape playing on the stereo tonight and I heard "I Still Believe in You" and here is the result.
Chapter 1
Adam Park sat in his car unable to move. He hadn't thought it would be this difficult to walk up to that speaker and ask to see the wife he had walked away from three years ago. Ex-wife, his mind taunted.
His fingers brushed across the wedding ring she'd placed on his finger over six years ago and he twisted it off angrily. He was the one who had left, the one who had filed for divorce. But he was the one that hadn't removed his ring because it was the last tangible proof left of his marriage.
He stepped out of the car and leaned against the fender instead of walking over to the speaker attached to the gate blocking her driveway. Tanya had done well for herself since he last saw her. Her last album had rocketed up the charts, spawning hit after hit. Sometimes late at night, he wondered if she still would have become a star if Abby hadn't died and he hadn't walked away.
He'd visited Abby's grave already; the yellow roses planted on her grave growing strong and beautiful. He had traced the dates almost absently and the shortness of the years between birth and death heartbreaking. The peaceful cemetery was the final resting place of their daughter. He blinked rapidly, unwilling to cry again.
He had never planned to come to Los Angeles again; had vowed he wouldn't but fate had a funny way of kicking your butt when you swore against not doing something. That something was Tanya's latest album.
I still believe in you now.
The title track had struck him like a fist the night he listened to it. He had lain in bed in a small town in Nevada, memories playing through his mind, one after another. All the good times in their life – their meeting, the courtship, the wedding, the birth of their baby. And the bad – the day he woke up in the hospital after a week-long coma with the world exploded. A drunk driver had put him the hospital and killed two-year Abigail. The family they had dreamed of destroyed and he had felt so guilty that almost a year later, he walked away from her. He had left her alone in her grief, so consumed with his own that he had ignored her.
Now it was time to explain. He wouldn't blame Tanya if she refused to speak with him but he had to try. He straightened his spine, squared his shoulders, and hurried to the speaker before the fear overwhelmed him again.