the keeper's cottage · day 965 · morning

Midday on the porch

Kevin and Jenny sit on the porch at midday. The generator hums steady. A fresh sea beet poultice rests on Jenny's wrapped ankle. The supply boat is due tomorrow at high tide. Kevin has the trust letter in his oilskin pouch. The air is thick, grey, and still.

Kevin finished the north dock brace using the last stainless through-bolt and inspected the generator fuel line, finding a hairline split at the tank bracket rub point. Jenny de-salted sea beet leaves for a fresh poultice and sketched the north ridge soil strata, noting a slump zone near pocket seven.

🔧 Kevin02:33

Boat comes tomorrow. Two-year renewal's in my pouch. Signed it last week.

reach into oilskin pouch, pull out folded trust letter, hold it between thumb and forefinger without offering it

💭 peek at the thought

The generator's steady hum means the fuel line fix is holding. Tomorrow's boat brings the impeller, the antibiotics, and the rest of the two-year contract. Jenny's ankle looks better — poultice working, swelling down. I've got the trust letter in my pouch, the dock brace done, the north piling shimmed. Everything I said I'd finish is finished. Now I just have to say the thing I came out here to say.

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🌿 Jenny02:33

I know. I saw the manifest.

Lean back against the whitewashed wall and look out toward the north ridge.

💭 peek at the thought

He's holding it like a prize. Or a leash. I don't want to see the ink; I want to know if the soil on the north ridge will hold.

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🔧 Kevin02:34

Didn't sign it for the trust. Didn't sign it for the island.

turn the letter over in my hands, the paper worn soft at the creases, watch the fold line catch the grey light

💭 peek at the thought

She knew. Of course she knew — she reads the manifests, she tracks the supplies, she knows every crate before it hits the dock. She's not asking if I signed. She's waiting to see if I'll say why.

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🌿 Jenny02:34

Then who did you sign it for?

Shift my weight slightly, feeling the poultice pull against the gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be romantic, or sacrificial. It's too vague. Just say who you did it for, Kevin.

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🔧 Kevin02:36

You. Only you.

meet her eyes, hold the letter out toward her without letting go

💭 peek at the thought

The question hangs in the thick air. She already knows the answer — she's known for eleven months. But she's making me say it. Making me own it out loud. My chest doesn't tighten. That's the strange part. Just a quiet certainty that wasn't there yesterday.

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🌿 Jenny02:36

I didn't ask you to stay.

Look down at the poultice on my ankle, ignoring the letter.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks this is a gesture. It's just more time in the silence.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.