Ye Jun
The drive home felt tense. Every red light seemed to take forever. I kept touching the bottle in my pocket to make sure it was still there. It was small but it felt heavy. I pictured Si-woo bent over the toilet throwing up while I sat at his desk copying every single file he had ever made. The thought made me smile even though my hands were sweaty on the wheel. I parked the car quietly and walked inside like nothing was wrong. Mom was watching her show in the living room. She waved without looking away from the TV. Dad was already in bed snoring. The house was dark and quiet. Perfect.
