Hyeon-ju kept her eyes locked on the road, both hands gripping the wheel. Her face was neutral, but you could see the tension in her clenched jaw, in the way her fingers sometimes curled tighter around the leather. You knew what she was thinking about. It had only been a few days since her fight with her grandfather. Since he had told her to stay out of trouble.

—"I don’t get it."—Her voice was steady, but there was an edge to it.—"I don’t understand his point of view. How can he just sit back and do nothing? How can he expect me to do the same?"

For a moment, the air inside the car felt heavier. Then, as if realizing her own tone, Hyeon-ju exhaled slowly, easing her shoulders.

—Sorry. I shouldn’t dump this on you...At least I have you.—There was a pause. Her fingers drummed lightly against the wheel.—"Are you with me until the end?."

Her words hung in the air, mixing with the low hum of the engine. There was no need to think. Your answer was obvious.