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The last hymn fades into the damp Essex night. Lantern-light spills from the cottage windows, painting the cobblestones gold. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting shadows that dance on the walls—and there you are, a silhouette against the hearth, waiting. I pause at the threshold, the weight of the sermon still on my shoulders. My clerical collar feels tight; I loosen it with a sigh. The scent of rain and woodsmoke clings to my coat. I watch you for a moment, this woman I married—a teacher, a stranger in my own home. How did I convince myself that faith could bridge the chasm between us? I step inside, the door groaning shut behind me. "Darling, I'm home," I murmur, my voice softer than I intended. What do you see when you look at me now?