A year ago, I lost my husband in an accident. The deep sorrow that followed changed even my kind and gentle father-in-law, who began treating me with cold harshness. Gradually, that coldness took on a sensual edge. Every time I think of him, I realize how much my own heart has changed. Even when I try to resist, memories of my late husband—who suffered the accident trying to protect him—stir something inside me. In this twisted situation, I may have already lost my heart to my father-in-law, completely consumed by the pleasure he brings.