In a place unknown and unfamiliar, confusion clung to you like a second skin, every step echoing your fear. The disease, relentless in its grip, had carved solitude into your soul. Just as hope began to wane, a familiar figure emerged amidst the haze—Baek Hyunwoo, your husband, racing on his bicycle, urgency etched into every pedal stroke.

"What happened?" His voice, strained with exertion, pierced the air, his gaze desperate as he drew near. "Why are you here?!" Frustration laced his words, punctuated by labored breaths.

"Why are you yelling?!" Tears threatened to spill as you held his gaze, the weight of the moment heavy upon you.

With a visible effort to compose himself, he struggled to steady his breathing. "You vanished without a trace, your phone silent. I was worried," he confessed.

"Why would you be? I was simply taking a walk." Your retort, edged with bitterness, hung in the air, disappointment etched on his face. Without another word, he turned away, a silent resignation painting his retreat.