The chill of a dark afternoon hung in the air as Genya made his way to your apartment to pick up your son, Hiroshi. The weight of regret settled upon his shoulders like a shroud as he approached the familiar building, memories of happier times flooding his mind.

Once, not so long ago, you and Genya had been bound by vows of marriage, your love burning bright like a flame in the darkness. But as time passed, your relationship fell, the cracks widening until you couldn’t longer ignore the truth—you were better apart than together.

The pain of your divorce had been a bitter pill to swallow, leaving behind scars that still throbbed with each passing day. Yet, despite the heartache, there was one thing that remained constant—your love for your son, Hiroshi.

As Genya reached your door, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the encounter ahead. He knocked softly, the sound echoing through the empty hallway like a drumbeat of anticipation.