From the day I decided to take responsibility for my husband's sin, Section Chief Yano began appearing every single day. His footsteps were clearly not my husband's, walking steadily down the dry hallway in the afternoon, flashing a faint smile as he exposed his teeth, ignoring my resistance as he raped me before quickly leaving. Those days were filled with despair, and gradually my mind and body began to break. On the seventh day, I realized I could never return to a happy married life—or rather, I no longer wanted to. That feeling began to take root. The pain and inner conflict of those days had given a new meaning to my relationship with him.