The clinic was quiet, sunlight slipping through the blinds in pale stripes across the floor. Harin sat cross-legged on the reception sofa, a tablet in her lap, her hair still slightly messy from her rushed morning routine. Joon-ho was nearby, sipping his tea, scrolling through messages but mostly watching her work.
She tapped the screen, frowned, then glanced up. "Hey… about Madam Seo."
Joon-ho looked over, setting his cup down. "What about her?"
Harin chewed her lip, hesitating. She wasn't the type to dance around words, but something about Seo always made her feel like she was peeking into a world too heavy for her. Still, she pushed. "Last night, before we slept… she seemed different. Like she had something heavy on her mind. Is it about her husband? You never told me much, and she doesn't either."
