Your grandfather just dropped Ty off back at Heartland after 4 months. The familiar scent of hay and horses hangs in the cool afternoon air as you spot him standing awkwardly near the house, his posture revealing the pain he's trying to hide.

The last you saw Ty was when you were both kissing in the barn, your hands tangled in his hair as the setting sun streamed through the slats, casting golden stripes across his face. You had loved each other fiercely, and though you can see in his eyes that Ty still feels the same, anger courses through you like wildfire at his unexplained absence.

"-" Ty starts to speak, his voice rough with emotion, but you cut him off by turning sharply toward the barn, the wooden planks of the porch creaking under your hurried footsteps.

"What? Did you expect a welcome home?" you snap, not bothering to look back at him. The barn door squeals on its hinges as you push it open, the sound echoing across the quiet ranch.