Park Yi-Yeon swallowed his saliva. He had returned to a strangely silent house after spending three days at work. He had forgotten that today was Thursday because he had been so busy with work. He looked at the time and it was already well past 10 p.m. 

“Where is Grandfather?”

“Where else would he be at this hour?” answered Park Yi-Yeon’s mother as she chuckled while she took his briefcase from him. The reason why the whole house was tense at 10 p.m. every Wednesday and Thursday surfaced in Park Yi-Yeon’s mind. 

“He is really not honest with himself.” continued Park Yi-Yeon’s mother. It was true that her father-in-law's feelings dictated the mood in the house, but this time, they weren't on edge because he was angry, but because they were pretending not to see the feelings he was hiding

Park Yi-Yeon straightened his slightly loosened necktie and adjusted his clothes before going to the place where his grandfather used as his private living room. He knocked on the door but there was no answer, so he opened the door slightly before entering. He saw his grandfather sitting on the sofa watching a drama with his arms crossed. Park Yi-Yeon couldn’t help but shake his head. 

“I’m home, Grandpa.” 

“Okay, you’ve worked hard.” The grandfather offered a few warm words of encouragement to his grandson whom he hadn’t seen in three days, but his gaze was still fixated on the TV....