call.â
âI should be here when they question her.â
âYou never wanted to be around us before.â
âThings are different now.â
âThis,â Jin almost shouts, âthis is not the reason why things should be different.â
The sudden change in volume sends Kyung back a step. Before he has a chance to respond, a young, ponytailed doctor approaches them, tilting her head to the side like a little girl. She seems tentative, as if she overheard their argument and doesnât know if she should interrupt.
âExcuse me, Mr. Cho? Iâm Dr. Keller. Could I talk to you for a few minutes about Miss Jancic?â
It takes Kyung a moment to realize that heâs not the Mr. Cho sheâs addressing. âWhy? Heâs not family.â
âWe couldnât track down any relatives, so we requested her records from school. She listed Mr. Cho as her emergency contact. And you are?â
âHis son.â
âPleased to meet you,â she says, although sheâs already looking away by the time she says it. âWould you mind coming with me, sir? I have a room around the corner where we can talk.â
Dr. Keller rests her hand in the hollow of Jinâs back, gently steering him down the hall. Jin doesnât bother to say good-bye or even cast a passing glance in Kyungâs direction. He just leaves him there, frozen like a pedestrian in the middle of the street while everyone else speeds past.
âWhat am I supposed to do now?â Kyung calls out.
But Jin is already rounding the corner, playing deaf or dumb to the question.
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Gillian and Ethan are doing a puzzle on the kitchen floor when he returns home from the hospital. Itâs not where he expected to find them, still dressed in their pajamas with mugs of orange juice at their feet. He was hoping to slip in the side door unnoticed, but the longer he watches them, the less he wants to hide. Seeing them like this reminds him of his mother, how theyâd sit on the floor when he was little, coloring on the backs of paper bags. It was a rare activity, reserved for days when Kyung was too sick to go to school, but too bored to stay in bed. The cold ceramic tiles felt good against his feverish skin, so he and Mae would sit for hours, sharing fat, waxy crayons from a communal bucket placed between them. Sometimes, if the mood was just right, heâd ask her to draw an animal or insect so he could color it in. But trees, he learned, were her specialty. Tall oaks and pines and willows like the ones in their yard. All he had to do was point at one and watch as she sketched out a knotty trunk or feathered out some branches and filled them with leaves.
âSo what are these called?â Gillian asks. In her hand is an oversized puzzle piece shaped like a bunch of grapes.
âRaisins,â Ethan says.
âAlmost. Do you remember what I told you about raisins? What were they before they sat in the sun?â
Ethan looks out the window, as if he might find the answer in space. âGrapes?â
âThatâs right. And which do you like better? Raisins or grapes?â
âRaisins are like grapes that died.â
Kyung admires Gillianâs way with Ethan. Sheâs always sharing little facts with him, always ready with a smile or a laugh or a question. Her instincts with the boy are so much better than his own. Four years in, and parenthood still feels like a heavy new coat, one that he hoped to grow into but hasnât quite yet. Earlier that week, the three of them made pizza together, an activity sheâd read about in a magazine article and taped to the fridge. BUDGET-FRIENDLY FAMILY NIGHTS . Every time Ethan did somethingâsprinkle a handful of cheese or make a face with slices of pepperoniâshe complimented him. When they finished, the pizza looked awful. Lumpy and burnt and glistening with grease. Still, Gillian kept saying âgood
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