Winter (2)

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“…….”

Footsteps paced back and forth across the living room.

Isol’s mother, Kim Boyoung, tapped her folded fingers against her arm as she watched the wall clock.

‘She’s late.’

It was already time for her to be home, but her daughter still hadn’t returned.

She had received a text saying Isol had arrived at Seoul Station.

By now, she should have arrived home and then some…….

Beep beep beep beep.

At the electronic chime from outside the door, Kim Boyoung sat down at the kitchen table...