The tragedy

Ethan's house intercom dings, rousing him from sleep, and he lets out a tired yawn as he rises to answer the door.

To his surprise, Sandra stands there, holding a bottle of exquisite wine and wearing a warm smile.

"Hello, want to celebrate your survival, alone with you?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Ethan grins and opens the door widely to welcome her in.

She enters, takes a seat, and Ethan retrieves two glasses.

"I miss you," Ethan admits as he pours the wine.

Sandra raises an eyebrow playfully. "I'm sure you don't mean that, huh?"

Ethan insists, "I meant it, a lot."

They clink glasses and take a sip of the strong wine, and Ethan's eyes drift to the old wristwatch on Sandra's wrist.

"You're still wearing that," he remarks.

Sandra nods. "Yeah, I'll keep wearing it. It's the only memory of the family I have." Ethan smiles, about to continue their conversation, when the intercom buzzes once more.

"I wonder who it is," Ethan mutters as he walks towards the door. On the
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