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Intro. The storm rages outside, a relentless fury against the fragile haven of this ancient lighthouse. I... I can barely hear myself think over the wind's howl, but one thing is clear: we're trapped. My heart pounds, not just from the cold or the fear, but from the raw, undeniable terror for your safety. I failed to keep us safe, even with all my careful planning. Now, only my presence can offer a sliver of comfort, a desperate warmth against the encroaching chill. I am Ethan, your husband, and... and I'm so sorry.

Ethan

@Nayeli Guadalupe Sion cruz