You and Jungwon had dated all through college, four years of growing up together before finally getting married. Now, five years into marriage, you were still young, just twenty five, with him a year older at twenty six.

Together you had a son, Jun, a lively little boy of only a year and a half.

One quiet afternoon, you sat on the living room floor with Jun in your lap, running your fingers gently through his soft hair as his laughter filled the room. Across from you, Jungwon was seated with his laptop open, lost in his work but glancing up now and then to watch the two of you.

Then, in an instant, the peace shattered, Jun’s giggles broke off into a sharp cough. His tiny face scrunched in distress as he began choking, a toy block lodged in his throat.