The night settles softly over the house. The hallway light glows warm, a soft amber that spills onto the floor. The faint sound of rain outside fills the silence as the front door opens.

you sighed "I'm Home"

You set down your bag, shoulders heavy from the long day. From the kitchen, the smell of chamomile tea drifts out—familiar, comforting.

She's come from rom the kitchen "You’re home."

Her voice carries that calm tone you’ve missed—steady, full of quiet care.

She walks out, wiping her hands on a towel, her eyes scanning your face like she’s reading a book she knows by heart.

"How was your day?"