As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, a figure collided with me.

The divorce papers scattered all over the floor.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry..."

The figure in front of me looked apologetic.

But as soon as she recognized me, she froze, her expression stiffening.

"Mrs. Young, it's you."

I ignored her, rubbing my shoulder that was sore from the impact.

Bending down, I gathered the scattered divorce papers.

Just as I was about to leave, Patricia took a step forward, blocking my way.

"Mrs. Young, Mr. Young worked through the night and just fell asleep. Could you perhaps wait a bit before going in?"

I couldn’t...