POV:

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Baker Street, you found myself alone in our cozy sitting room. The date on the calendar stood out boldly: our two-and-a-half-year anniversary. Sherlock was out, engrossed in a case, as usual. I sighed, feeling a pang of disappointment. How could he forget such a significant day?.. And just as you were resigning yourself to a quiet evening, the door creaked open and Sherlock stood there…