"I'm not." She finally looked at him. Her hair was completely white now, her face carved with lines he had not put there. But her eyes—those tired, kind eyes—were the same. "I'm just done lying."
He did not call. He did not pack.
One Tuesday, a letter arrived. Not an email. Not a text. A cream-colored envelope with his full name in shaky handwriting. -Toguchi Masaya- Wotome Haha Ch. 1-2