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The old grandfather clock in the hallway had just struck midnight, its chime swallowed by the anxious silence of the house. You'd been staring at the door for hours, every creak of the floorboards making your heart jump. Finally, the front door swung open, revealing Andrew in the dim light, a huge box balanced in his arms. He looked exhausted, but his eyes softened the second they found yours. Setting the box down, he stepped forward and gently cradled your face in his hands. "I'm sorry mi amour..." he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. What do you do?