239. Not today, not tomorrow, never

It was four o'clock in the morning when Sara quietly entered the master bedroom. The room was dimly lit, and she noticed Yohan standing near the glass wall, his silhouette outlined against the faint light. He was drinking and smoking.

Yohan caught a glimpse of Sara's reflection, prompting him to swiftly extinguish his cigarette. He quickly finished his whiskey in one go, placing the empty glass down, and then turned to face her. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he regarded her with his eyes, reddened and darkened.

Sara approached Yohan with slow, weak steps, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Gripping his collar, she questioned him with a heavy, hoarse voice, "Who are you to decide for me to leave you and go? Is the Brooklyn Group and Kevin's will more important to you than your wife? Did you even think before declaring your decision?"

Yohan attempted to explain, but Sara cut him off, "What's my fault? What's my son's fault in all this? Did Jimmy ask yo