
A man hums a melody his wife brought from another world. A baby conducts breakfast from the crook of her father's arm. A songwriter credits a name no database will ever find. And in a small kitchen in a small town in a year that is both past and present, a woman holds her daughter and watches her husband burn the eggs — and knows, with a certainty that spans two lifetimes, that this is everything.

A profitable month. A failed celebratory lift. A doctor's gentle reassurance that does nothing to ease the real fear. And in the quiet of an evening Jisoo slept through, a piece of paper that should have stayed hidden finds its way into the hands of the one person who would have respected its silence forever — if it hadn't fallen at his feet.