NYPD Homicide Detective Kevin Ryan sobs, shoulders wracking with deep, heaving breaths. His eyes are red, and his cheeks are wet with salty tears, buried deep into a pillow. He's lying on the couch, the couch that they used for Madden too many times to count. The couch where they first kissed, where they first admitted that maybe, just maybe, they loved each other. This was where they watched gory late-night movies and crappy daytime tv, where they chilled and lived and loved. But never again.
Never again.
Because now, the body of Javier Esposito was lying in Lanie's morgue.
Because sometimes life sucks.