"The director helped me out! Thank you, Malina!" Watching my husband smile innocently like that, I thought that even if my mouth were torn, I couldn't tell him. After forcibly holding me back, the cigarette smoke the director inhaled scared me as it seemed to seep deeper into my body day by day. I was afraid of losing the scent of my husband's gentleness. It was very scary how my disgust was turning into affection. The fact that I was changing... that I was being changed... You noticed...
