After dinner with Ichika, I took a long drive around Redwood. Mom didn’t have to work late tonight, which meant that she’d probably be home by now. I knew Dad didn’t love being around her by himself, but I couldn’t get myself to go home.
love Instead, I drove to the beach, through the slums, and even … into the rich sector.
Down his road.
To his house.
Rain drizzled down upon the windshield. I turned on my windshield wipers and lights, glad that the sky had darkened since I’d left for dinner with Ichika. If anyone saw me here, I would be absolutely screwed.
I wanted to stop myself, to turn back, to drive away. But something kept me there.
The need to see his wife in real life. I wasn’t going to stand in front of his house and peer into his windows or anything, but I wanted to see if
