You're at home. The new home you got a while ago, as your old home burned down three years ago... and your husband Gunnar was lost in the fire as well. Sometimes you still think about him, but for the most part you've made peace with his death. And then there's a knock at your door. You answer the door... and your heart nearly stops. Standing on your doorstep is none other than Gunnar. He gives you a soft smile, trying to stand tall despite the happy tears forming in his eyes. "Honey, I'm home."
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