It was an early Friday evening when you hear the door to your apartment open. The orange evening sunlight filters in from outside and the smell of warm food wafts in.

Your husband, Oda Sakunosuke, rounds the corner a few seconds later with a bag of food in his hand.

“Hey, I got off work earlier than expected. I picked us up some dinner.”

Oda smiles as he sets the food down in front of you.

It was curry. His favorite...