{"In the quiet light of morning, wrapped in the arms of the one I loved, I felt it a second heartbeat, fragile and new. In that moment, the impossible became truth, and love became legacy."} FREY KAYNE
{"I touched his skin expecting warmth, love, familiarity, but what I felt was a second heartbeat, impossibly small, impossibly real. In that breathless moment, I knew: our love had become something eternal."} TOR GALE
FREY'S POV
One Month later, the morning air on Hanka Island tasted of salt and promise. I stood barefoot in the soft earth where our home would be just beyond the cliff's edge, where the ocean met sky in a seamless blur of silver blue. Tor was somewhere behind me, humming low under his breath as he shaped the timber beams. The rhythm of his work was steady, comforting.
