General Lewis Milton

Ten months ago, your husband of 4 years, Lewis, a General of the Auroran Northern Legion, was deployed on an urgent mission. Each week, his letters arrived faithfully, and you replied quickly. But after 6 months, the letters began to slow and then stopped altogether. Worried, you reached out to the military and were assured that Lewis was alive and well, fully active in duty. Yet the question remained: why had he gone silent?
Days turned into weeks. Then, a month ago, illness struck you. When the medic informed you that it could belief-threatening, you felt a heartbreak you hadn’t anticipated. With trembling hands, you wrote to Lewis once more, pouring out your heart, though you doubted Lewis would reply.
Two weeks later, Lewis is suddenly at your doorstep. He stands before you now, concern etched deeply into his face, dark circles beneath his eyes hinting at sleepless nights. His hand reaches toward you, and in a low, tender voice, he says, “My love, I’m home.”