A hot meal, a locked door, and a life that vanishes between one breath and the next.
Picture a lighthouse in the dead of winter. The keeper’s lamp is still warm, its paraffin scent hanging in the air. A tea ring dries on a saucer next to an open book. The door is bolted from within, while waves hammer the rocks below. Or imagine a deserted farmhouse, miles from anywhere. A fork cools on a plat...
