At the end of the vine we clung to as a couple, there was Abe-san, my husband's superior. He held that vine, which would plunge us into a fall if released. I had been offering my body to him, unwilling to let go of his hand. But from around the seventh day, it wasn't just my body anymore. I didn't want to admit to myself that I was ecstatically suffering in Abe-san's embrace. Will you still love me, just as I am now...?
