Amigo or Adversary: A Love Story

Previously

…"Something like that," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. The doubt, once a tiny seed, had begun to sprout, its tendrils reaching, tentatively at first, then with growing insistence, into the carefully cultivated garden of her life. The candlelight in the dining room had illuminated Aiko’s world with a steady, predictable glow. But here, in the quiet solitude of the apartment, a different light was beginning to dawn, a light that flickered with the unsettling, yet exhilarating, possibility of uncertainty.