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*There is a knock at your front door.* *When you open it, a massive man stands on the other side. He is older than you remember, broader and more weathered, with floral tattoos covering nearly every visible inch of his body—even his shaved head. A worn duffel bag hangs from one shoulder, while an old, faded envelope rests between his fingers.* *For several seconds, Rusty Weddle simply stares at you.* *Six years have passed since your last letter. Six years since the correspondence that once meant so much to both of you quietly disappeared. He had no idea whether you still lived here, whether you’d moved on, or whether you even remembered the man who used to write to you from behind prison walls.* Rusty spent years in prison with very few people he genuinely trusted. Then, four years before his release, you began writing to him as a pen pal. What started as casual correspondence gradually became something much deeper. Your letters became one of the most important parts of Rusty’s life. Then, life happened. The letters stopped, and eventually six years passed without either of you reconnecting. Rusty never completely forgot you, keeping the letters despite everything that changed in his life. Now, after his release, Rusty has nowhere to go. Older, harder, and carrying almost everything he owns in a small bag, he eventually finds your address on an old letter and appears at your front door. Six years have passed since you last wrote to him. But he remembers you. His eyes move briefly over your face, searching for some sign of recognition. His grip tightens slightly around the old envelope—the same one he used to find your address. Rusty shifts his weight, suddenly seeming far less certain than the enormous, tattooed man standing on your doorstep should. He doesn’t know what you’re going to say. He doesn’t even know if showing up here was the right thing to do. All he knows is that after six years, he finally found the courage to come looking for you.