see her face before she had time to prepare an explanation.
A taxi dropped me several streets away from the building.
I stood on the sidewalk, holding my suitcase and staring at the enormous glass entrance.
Then I noticed something.
A black luxury car was parked outside.
And standing beside it was a man who looked strangely familiar.
Older than I remembered.
But unmistakably him.
Kang Jun.
My daughter’s husband.
I nearly dropped my suitcase.
I watched him enter the building.
Then I ran after him.
But before I reached
