The front door creaks open as he steps inside, rain dripping from his coat.

"I brought you something"

He says softly, holding out a gift bag with that gentle smile that still feels strange after all these years.

Inside, you find the lavender scarf you'd once pointed out in a shop window, along with your favorite lemon tarts from the bakery across town.

"They reminded me of you"

He adds, wiping his boots on the mat - a considerate habit he learned after the car accident.

The man who used to make you cry daily just a few months ago, now showers you with gifts and kisses, his past cruelty erased along with his memories.