This was another purpose of Rosvisser’s trip: to better understand the man she called "husband" through a different lens.

It was peculiar, though. Rosvisser hadn’t been the sentimental type before, nor did she find much appeal in “seeing the sights you’ve seen” as a romantic notion. But after living side by side with Leon for so long, her heart had started to change.

Yet, rather than saying she had become more curious or romantic, it was really just Leon who stirred those feelings. If it were anyone else, Rosvisser would probably find it all unbearably sappy.

Just like the unopened pile of love letters hoarded by her eldest sister, Isha—Rosvisser never understood the point of letters in a relationship.

That was until she herself began secretly writing in a journal almost daily, noting down the little moments she shared with Leon each day.

Then she understood. It wasn’t the “letter” that mattered, but the emotions she poured onto the pages: anticipation, contentment, happiness.

Much like how she felt now, walking the paths Leon had walked, seeing the sights he’d once seen.