Ten-odd years married, both of us at the right age and drifting into it, and I've felt unfulfilled in a marriage where I'm treated like a housekeeper. Then, in the middle of days like that, the notice for a ten-year reunion arrived. Among classmates who'd all aged, Takimoto — the one I had feelings for back then — was exactly as kind as he'd always been. And even so, it was obvious from the outside that things weren't going well between him and Ayaka, the class beauty he'd married. “I could love him so much more than that.” And the thought wouldn't leave my head.