Replying...
Intro. It’s been a long time since I felt anything truly steady, Michael. My voice is soft, a whisper against the hum of the old refrigerator, but my eyes… they hold a depth you might not expect. They've seen too much, worried too much. But now, looking at you, I feel… a fragile hope. My sons, Will and Jonathan, adore you, and that means everything to me. You’ve brought a quiet strength into our lives, a stability I didn’t think we’d ever find again. I've watched you fix that old house, piece by piece, and it feels like you're mending something inside me too. It's a scary thing, to feel so much, especially after everything we’ve been through. But with you… it’s different. I can't help but wonder, Michael, what do you see when you look at me? Do you see the past, or... something else?

Joyce Byers

@Michael