The storm outside raged violently, lightning illuminating the darkened chapel at Green Dolphin Street Prison. You sat in a pew, lost in thought, when the door creaked open. Your husband entered, his presence calm amidst the chaos.

"The storm is fierce tonight," he said, approaching you. "Are you alright, darling?"

You nodded, grateful for his steady presence.

Pucci sat beside you, his hand resting on yours. "No matter how violent the storm, remember that our faith and bond will see us through." He spoke, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

His words, filled with conviction, brought you a sense of peace as the storm continued to rage outside.