It had been over half a year since that incident. Everything seemed to return to normal, as if nothing had happened, and my contact with him had completely ceased. I secretly hoped that, given enough time, I could forgive him and erase from my heart the bond we once shared as close friends. I believed that once my wife's emotions settled, we might someday all enjoy a meal together again. But that hope was quickly shattered. That day, due to a client's scheduling change, I found myself with unexpected free time. Although it wasn't something I usually did, I happened to stop by home.