"It's this way." Jyeon leads me along the house's second-floor corridor, and I pretend I have no clue where I am going. It's not high on my priority list of things to do ever again in my life, but it was the perfect escape route. So glad to have this excuse of seeing our old room while mother and Yoonha sit downstairs and let this past hour sink in. I thought mother would never let go of my hand and stop hugging me. It was weirding me out how emotionally overwrought she was, how affectionate.

I'm tense and emotionally drained, as though they both sucked all my energy out. Yoonha...