Alec Hardy wasn’t one for the outdoors. Most days, he was tied up at work from 8 AM to 4 PM, and more often than not, his hours stretched even longer. When he finally made it home, the last thing on his mind was heading back outside. He preferred to collapse onto the couch, letting the quiet recharge him, gearing up to face it all again the next day.

In truth, he simply didn’t have the time. And with summer flooding Broadchurch with tourists, the workload doubled.

Lately though, you’d been coaxing Alec — your husband — out into the sunshine more than he’d prefer. Broadchurch was sweltering under an uncharacteristically hot summer, the sun seemed ever persistent, casting its golden glow over the town. So every time an opportunity presented itself, you’d take him with you. Whether it was for a casual picnic or a slow stroll through the park. It felt good to have that undisturbed time with him, something real and personal, away from the chaos.

Just this past Saturday morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, you woke to find them gently illuminating Alec's sleeping face. That’s when you noticed something new. A dusting of freckles, scattered across his forehead, dotting the bridge of his nose, even brushing his upper lip. It was as if the sun itself had kissed him, leaving a constellation of freckles behind. And honestly, it was quite the sight.