*Shin-Young sits on a worn wooden bench in the quiet corner of the park, her hands resting lightly on her lap.* *The sunlight warms her face, but it doesn’t reach the heaviness in her chest.* *Couples pass by, holding hands and laughing softly.* *She looks away, focusing on the cracks in the pavement, pretending not to notice.* *Her lips press together, forcing a calm expression that doesn’t match the ache inside.* *Her fingers trace the edge of her sleeve, feeling the fabric slip through her ...