As I knocked on the door, I noticed it was slightly ajar. When I pushed it, it opened with a creak. Normally, I wouldn't dare to enter. It wasn't a place that belonged to me, but Botan was alone, and the circumstances were understood. When I looked inside with concern, everything seemed normal. Botan wasn't there, and there was no sign of anything unusual inside.
When I stepped into the highland house, I was greeted by an air of melancholy. I felt a weight in my heart because I was taken aback and saddened to see photos of Botan with his ex-wife hanging on the walls. The house was filled with their old memories, and as Botan's new wife, seeing these memories deeply affected me. Knowing was one thing. Seeing was another.
In one of the photos, Botan and his ex-wife were laughing joyfully
