She thought she buried the past at sea.But the night before they found his drowned body,he came home.He knocked on the door in the dark, dripping seawater onto the threshold, and smiled with eyes that didn’t belong to him.The villagers said nothing, they claimed they never saw him.The storm had only just begun.Her daughter ran to him, she stood still!Something was wearing her husband’s face.And it remembered things he never told anyone.In a fog-drenched coastal town where the sea does not forget.Grief walks the shoreline on borrowed bones.A slow-burn tale of possession, mourning,and the unraveling quiet between screams.