"Hey…"  

Gyeoul tugged at her clothes, and a thread from the worn fabric unraveled.  

This was a garment filled with memories of her past.  
But it didn’t feel precious anymore.  
More valuable people had entered her life.  

Her new family, who had extended a hand to her when she felt worthless.  
They were infinitely more important than an old piece of clothing.  
They were her sanctuary, the ones she could call her home.  

Just thinking about them made her smile.  
And yet, here she was, thinking …