Dedication
To my wife
For her, who rooted with me. Every scene in these pages grew from her truth, with her consent, her clarity, her care. This is not fantasy. This is testimony of what love becomes when tended like soil, turned slowly, watered with trust, anchored in time.
She is not silent here. She is the ground. The witness. The breath beneath the story. Her voice may not speak in dialogue, but her spirit is in every pause, every pulse, every place the light touches and lingers.








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