Great prose, but the character development completely lost me.
Misaki spends years suppressing her identity, ambitions, and abilities to fit the role of a “good wife.” Yet after tragedy strikes, the lesson she seems to take away is that she should have devoted herself even more completely to her family. I found that conclusion baffling.
Likewise, after fifteen years in a marriage where her husband barely communicated with her and treated her more like an accessory than a partner, one of her major revelations is that she failed to recognize that he needed help. Once again, the emotional burden is placed on her shoulders.
One big sparring between them and everything is supposed to be forgiven? A new start?
I actually shuddered when “their hands met”
yuck.