It had been too long since Rafael had visited his grandmother’s grave. He knew he should visit more, but truth be told, he hated coming here. The tall, dark statues loomed over him, countless names on countless headstones signally an endless cycle of grief screaming out at him. The cemetary always seemed cold and dark, even in the middle of summer, like somehow someone had turned out the sun, and it always made his breath catch in his throat for a moment.
Direct shot to the heart.
SVU addict 