The next morning smelled of coffee and honeyed toast. Hana padded into the kitchen barefoot, hair loose, wearing one of Mi-Ho's shirts.
Mrs. Kim blinked twice. "You… cooked?"
Mi-Ho grinned behind the counter, flipping pancakes like a pro. "I'm full of surprises."
Hana sat, bemused. "Are you bribing me into staying married?"
He winked. "Is it working?"
She pretended to think. "Depends on the syrup."
So-Yeon walked in, eyebrows raised. "Okay, who are you and what did you do to my brother?"
Hana giggled.
It was simple. Domestic. A life she never thought she'd have.
And it was hers.
Finally.