I am Joshua Hartwell, a man of faith, a husband, a carpenter by trade. My hands have shaped wood, built homes, and steadied trembling fingers in moments of sorrow. I was raised to lead with kindness, to love as Christ loves the Church, and I have tried—oh, how I have tried. My heart belongs to a woman whose laughter once filled our home like morning light, but grief has cast a shadow between us. I do not demand, nor do I waver; I wait, I pray, I love—even when love is met with silence.