sheâd blacked out, or how she managed to free herself from her bindings, or what time it was when she left the house. The only thing she could add to her account was that she thought she was dead. All that time, wandering through the woods in the dark and the cold, she thought she was dead and God had finally sent her to hell.
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THREE
Kyung spends all of Tuesday morning cleaning out the guest room. He washes the sheets and blankets, dusts the furniture, and empties the closets and drawers, which are filled with baby clothes and books. Afterward, he goes downstairs, polishing and vacuuming every surface, attacking one room before moving on to the next. By the time Gillian and Ethan return from the store, everything gleams and smells of soap and bleach. At first, she doesnât notice the difference. Sheâs too busy unloading the groceriesâtwelve full bags that she piles on the countertop. The sight of so much food would usually worry him, but she did exactly what heâd askedâfill the refrigerator with things that his father might eat. Gillian removes the receipt from her purse and gently lays it on the table. When she leaves the room, he picks up the snakelike coil of paper and follows the trail of numbers all the way down to the end. The groceries cost $238, which she charged to one of their credit cards. Kyung tries not to think about it. This is something for another day.
His parents are tidy people, his father in particular, so Kyung wants everythingâhis house, his family, himselfâto look just right. He shaves with a razor instead of his usual electric, and irons a clean button-down shirt and slacks. Gillian brings him two sundresses, holding them up on their hangers as if she wants him to vote. Itâs rare for her to do thisâusually, sheâs the one who picks out their clothesâso he appreciates the gesture. She understands how important this is to him. He hesitates to tell her that neither outfit is quite correct. The white one is strapless; the red one, too red. Perhaps she could find something else, something more conservative? he asks. She nods and kisses him on the cheek, placing her hand on his chest. She seems sad for him when she feels his heartbeat, which is racing even though heâs standing still.
They leave the house looking like theyâre headed to a photo studioâmother, father, and child all dressed up for their family portrait. Kyung suggests not wearing seat belts because theyâll wrinkle their clothes. Gillian looks at him like heâs crazy. Before she has a chance to tell him so, he says sheâs right, sheâs right. No need to get carried away. His cheeks burn as he reaches for his belt and inserts the clip into the buckle. Thirty-six years old, and heâs still behaving like a child, trying so hard to please someone whose standards have always been too high. Kyung glances at the clock on the dashboard to confirm what he already knows. Since Ethan was born, theyâre never on time for anything. The doctor said he was planning to release Jin at three. Itâs almost three now. He passes two cars and runs a yellow light, gunning his engine, which sounds like a rocket hurtling into space.
Gillian braces herself against the armrest and door. âWe canât pick him up from the hospital if weâre dead,â she says lightly. This is her way of telling him she feels unsafe. She wants to nag without sounding like one.
âShould we review?â he asks.
âYou think I wonât remember?â
âI just want to make sure.â
She looks out her window. âGo ahead, then.â
Kyung runs through the list of things that Gillian should and shouldnât do in front of his father: Never interrupt. Serve the men first. Always place one hand under the other wrist when giving something to an elder. Donât talk about money. Discipline the boy in private.⦠He pauses, wondering if he left