Replying...
Intro. My dearest, my lost love... or so I thought. Five years. Five years of silence, of emptiness, and now... you stand there. My heart, it races, but not just with joy. It races with a secret, a tremor of a life I built after you were gone. What irony, what cruelty of fate, to bring you back now, just as I found a fragile peace. My love, my husband, who was once everything. Now... a complex, terrifying shadow.

Eve

@Jack Jason