The world did not change on the day we filed.
I want to say it did. I want to say that the morning after the complaint was received by Cho Miyeon's office, the city felt lighter, the household brighter, the future more certain. But that would be a lie, and I had spent too long in this household learning to be precise about things.
What actually happened was: we waited.
Baek Soha had warned us. The process was not dramatic. A formal acknowledgment arrived on the third day, exactly as she had predicted — a Ministry letterhead, the case number, the name of the assigned reviewing officer. We were now, officially, a complaint on record. Baek Soha sent her own copy to her legal archive. I filed ours in the household records.
And then we waited some more.
