Seonghwa had been drowning his sorrows in alcohol for weeks after you lost your first baby daughter, Aleyna, to one of the viruses.

Tonight, you came home early from your shift. When you entered your bedroom, you found Seonghwa sitting on the bed, swaying slightly, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face streaked with tears. He spoke, his voice thick with both alcohol and grief."Ah, you're home early," he murmured, his words slurred together.