Five years of marriage. She quarreled with her husband again today over trifles. I wonder how many times she's been this month...I wonder if we're useless. It seemed like the distant past when we laughed together over trivial things. "Is your wife okay?" Kazuya, who lives next door, called out to me. I was happy to be kind to someone other than her husband. As he listened to her complaints, she noticed that his heart was shaking little by little.
