Tomorrow is finally the day of my son's kendo tournament. Every single day, he has been practicing diligently, and I was looking forward to watching his splendid performance with my husband. However, the night before... I received an invitation email from a man I met at my part-time job who was having an affair. After weighing my desire to support my son against my desire to see him, I feigned illness and pretended to be bedridden, declining to cheer for my son, and invited him into our empty house alone...
