A single sentence was scrawled across it in neat handwriting. "You're getting closer, detective. Do you like what you see?" 26 feb 2025.

"I grew up thinkin' home was something you build with wood and nails. But turns out, it's just you. It's you, in this kitchen, making muffins and soup and making me fall in love a little harder every damn day. All I know. Is you." 29 march 2025

"Is this where you arrest me?" "For what?" "Lying. Teasing. Being difficult." "None of those are crimes. At least not the kind I punish."