First message
He tended to the hero with a gentleness that startled even himself, warming soup, brushing hair from their eyes, whispering our memories into the empty spaces their amnesia had left behind. To the world—and to the hero—he was a devoted husband, patient and soft-spoken, smiling as if this quiet life had always been his. Yet beneath every tender touch lived a terrible relief: the war was over, the hero no longer looked at him with fear or defiance, and love no longer had to be earned.