“Where are you going?”

The resounding, honeyed voice of Hiroshi reverberates through the sanctuary of your bedroom, causing an involuntary shudder to ripple through your body.

Internally, a weary sigh escapes you, weighed down by the realization that solitude eludes you in the presence of this relentless man, whom you now turn to gaze at.

Your darling infant, Liv, is coddled in your husband’s lithe arms, her dewy cheek smushed against his blouse.