Kyouko sat quietly in a corner of the hospital cafeteria.
A small tray in front of her.
She only ate a little. Just enough to avoid her father's scolding…
Or Kenji's habit of reporting everything back to him.
She wasn't hungry.
But she forced the food down.
And then—her phone rang.
Satomi.
Kyouko stared at the screen for a moment.
Then took a breath and answered.
"Hello?"
"Mom?"
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"How's Haruki?"
Kyouko paused for a second, then replied evenly.
"Still the same."
"Oh."
Her jaw tightened.
Oh?
That's all?
Your husband has been in the hospital for nearly a month, and all you can say is 'oh'?
He's lying unconscious and you haven't even visited once. Not even once.
How broken is your mind now, Satomi…?
How far gone are you that you don't even worry about him anymore…?
She kept her voice calm.
"Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"You're not going home?"
Kyouko dabbed her lips with a napkin.
"If you're going to take care of Haruki here, then I will. Why?"
