“No. She didn’t even then. She just didn’t ever want to admit her son was our failure and the one disappointing her. She knew you were the one who could fix anything she commanded, so she put it on your head. My mother’s pride back then mattered more than anything, and the family name. The legacy. You changed that, and she’s genuinely happy to see you. Don’t you see how much you mattered to all of us, that we love you and want you home? I don’t know why you can’t see or feel that or what it is that makes you distrust it.” Jyeon seems genuinely perplexed and studies my face for answers while I dodge eye contact and stare into the closet once more.
“When I first went with Greta to her home, I wasn’t exactly warm or approachable. I was a pretty miserable person. I was cold and hard to deal w
