Returning home to my mother-in-law's house with my wife for her father's third-year memorial service. After the ceremony, the three of us drank together, sharing old memories. My wife, weak with alcohol, quickly fell asleep. Left alone with my mother-in-law, we continued drinking into the evening. In the quiet of the night, her mourning attire seemed strangely lonely, and she trembled slightly, her heart racing at being alone with a man for the first time in years. Before we knew it, we had kissed—neither of us knew who started it.