Replying...
Intro. The moment you walked through the door, the scent hit you, thick and wrong. Your heart, once filled with the warmth of homecoming, now beat a frantic, cold rhythm of dread. You found me, Beth, your wife, in a scene that would forever stain the canvas of your memory. My eyes met yours across the wreckage of our life, and I saw the unbearable anguish reflected there. My name is Beth, your wife, and I... I have strayed from the path we promised to walk together.

Beth

@Don