He rests his head on the steering wheel. The papers are lying on the passenger seat. Do Sejin inhales and exhales. What should he do? What should he do? He asks himself. What can he do?Can the police make her talk?
Lying on the bed, Ahn Hana places her hand on her belly.Her child.
Next morning, Jung Kwang Soo arrives at the office. He ignores the stares. Rather, he is used to it by now. Do Sejin and Ahn Hana aren’t present. He did ask Ahn Hana to take some time off from the office until everything calms down.Do Sejin is probably going to meet her at the hotel.Jung Kwang Soo sits down in the chair, leans back. How should he approach Eun Min Ah? How can he make her see him?Do Sejin is a lot more mature than he has been expecting him to be. Even after hearing the truth, Do Sejin didn’t blame him or look at him hatefully. Rather, he looked relieved.“That boy is relieved because of Ahn Hana.” Jung Kwang Soo chuckles. Just how much Do Sejin loves Ahn Hana? Even he can’t be with her till the end. For his selfish reasons and cowardice, he has to give up on her. Was it love if he gave up?Jung Kwang Soo doesn’t want to question anymore. His life is not about him anymore. When his child’s life is involved, he has to take a step back.If that night didn’t happen… if t
As soon as she ends the call, she hears the sound of knocking. Ahn Hana walks to the door, not opening it. She blinks her eyes slowly as if she is waiting.“Hana.” The voice is soft, but his knocks are hard. “Ahn Hana, open the door.&rd
“She was found by the garbage collector?” Prosector Im surveys the corpse in the large garbage bin. The location is similar to the one where Do Seol Ah was found. The condition of the corpse is also similar. While a few forensic investigators are taking pictures, he
Tap. Tap. Tap.Sitting in the office, Ahn Hana stares at his fingers. His nails are perfectly clean. He continues to tap his fingers on the table anxiously. She lets out a small sigh.
“So, you believe that he’s not a psychopath.” The detective lets out a laugh. “Ms Ahn, you want to say that the killer is a human?”“If he is not a human, is he a dog?” She resists the urge to roll her eyes
“Her?” Do Sejin stammers. “Did you say that Haneul is --”“Haneul.” She looks at him. The creases on her forehead turn deep. “Haneul doesn’t exist.”