It was an unexpected news. My husband, a doctor, was on duty that day, starting in the afternoon. His car, while trying to avoid a child who suddenly darted out, collided with an oncoming vehicle. In the grief of losing my husband in the accident, an even greater tragedy awaited me. In front of the portrait of my beloved husband, Director Oyama mercilessly attacked me. 'At least... please, at least forgive me in front of my husband...' Even as I said this, ironically, my body repeatedly reached its peak...
