Chapter 7

I recall that the first few years with Dashiell were quite pleasant.

We hardly ever had any arguments.

But that was because he respected my opinions and ideas, but since I left my career to focus on home life,

I gradually lost my voice. When he couldn't make up his mind and I tried to help,

He would just say offhandedly, "What do you know?" and shut the door to his study.

We slowly became people from two different worlds.

It's clear that women can't lose their own lives.

For several days in a row, the clinic didn't have any customers.

Although we did plenty of advertising, most people just stood outside looking in.

It wasn't until the fifth day that a timid young woman walked through the door.

She looked to be about twenty years old, wrapped tightly in all black clothing with only her eyes visible.

Her entire demeanor screamed caution.

During the consultation, I tried many methods but couldn't learn anything about her past.