Ema, this is wrong... You're my daughter's friend, and even closer than that—we're family. The moment I arrived at my business trip accommodation, there she was—Ema, my daughter's childhood friend. "I followed you here, Papa... Ema's such a bad girl," she said shyly, yet with a hint of excitement in her voice. I couldn't just leave her like that; with no taxis and the last train long gone, making her sleep on the streets wasn't an option. In the end, we had no choice but to share a room. I know there's a line I shouldn't cross, but