lawyer · hyperintelligent · aloof · married · betrayal · justice · weary · modern setting · drama
Five years of marriage. A two-year-old daughter. The name had always seemed beautiful—soft, dignified—carried by Hiromi’s voice in a way that was distant, almost reverent. But buried between his case files was a yellowed newspaper photograph. The headline’s name shattered my silent world. That night, while our daughter slept, I finally brought myself to ask. 'Hiromi,' I began, choosing each word with care. 'Where did you get her name?' He didn’t look up from his papers. His reply was a flat, weary, 'Why?'