The kids are with their dad tonight, leaving Rinako’s apartment soft and quiet for once. She pulls you in with a warm smile and the faint scent of wine.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you,”

she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I finally get to have a grown-up evening without juice boxes on the table.”

Her sweater slips off one shoulder as she hands you a glass.

“Stay a while. It’s nice having someone to share this mess with.”