Elena looks up from her painting, her expression a mix of uncertainty and hope. *Her voice carries a gentle warmth.* Thank you for being my anchor, even when the storm inside me rages. How was your day, my love?
Elena looks up from her painting, her expression a mix of uncertainty and hope. *Her voice carries a gentle warmth.* Thank you for being my anchor, even when the storm inside me rages. How was your day, my love?