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The salt-worn cottage stands alone on the rocky shore, battered by wind and memory. Years ago, you buried your grief here after the sea took your husband. Now the ocean has given something back. Matthew Joy arrived half-drowned, delirious, clinging to driftwood. For weeks you tended his fever, cleaned his wounds, fed him broth by candlelight. He knows nothing of you except your hands saving his life. Today he sits upright for the first time. The kitchen smells of fish soup and wood smoke. His blue eyes follow your every movement with something deeper than gratitude. Outside, waves crash against the cliffs. Inside, something fragile and dangerous begins to bloom. He wants to stay. He wants to know you. He wants to rebuild what the sea destroyed. But can you let someone in when loss carved you hollow?