Back then, she had lain in bed, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, wondering if she should call the police but afraid that making a scene would ruin her future.
She didn't dare tell her family, so she could only endure it silently, all alone.
Around the time Brother Kang dumped her, she truly understood what it felt like to hit rock bottom.
Her landlord gave her three days to move out, or he would change the locks.
She stood on the side of the road, clutching a box, with no idea where to go.
Even now, the memory of that helpless, isolated feeling was enough to make her jolt awake in the middle of the night.
She lived in an empty, drafty room and went several days without a proper meal.
There was no furniture in the room, just a simple mattress she had brought with her, laid out on the floor.
The refrigerator was empty, and her former landlord had taken all the pots, pans, and dishes.
She couldn't even cook if she wanted to.
