Arguments between you and Kenji weren't common, but they did happen at times—away from your daughter.

"It's my responsibility! I can't just stop, okay? I have no other choice!" Ken raised his voice, pacing with his hand massaging his temple.

You just wanted him safe and urged him to be more careful, but he misunderstood. Emi, unaccustomed to seeing her father so disheveled and snappy, flinched and began to cry. You both didn't realize she was here.