The next morning, he woke up alone. On his pillow: a note. "The divorce papers arrive Monday. Keep the synth. You'll need something to sleep with."
Which is why what he did on a rainy Thursday evening was so profoundly, inexplicably stupid. tsuma ni damatte sokubaikai ni ikun ja nakatta game
"One-fifty. Going once… twice…"
He told himself it wasn't a lie. It was a tactical omission. Yuki was asleep by 10 PM. He'd be back by 1 AM. She'd never know. The next morning, he woke up alone
Kenji opened his mouth. No sound came.