Ashley suddenly turned her head when she saw Jason tilt his head toward her.
The man then patted the shoulder of a child sitting next to Ashley and asked him to make room so he could sit with them. The child happily moved over—not only because Jason asked him very politely, but also because they already knew each other and Jason was known as everyone's favorite at that place.
“Thank you very much, Suji,“ Jason gently patted the head of the almost four-year-old girl. Then he squeezed in and sat on the long wooden bench between her and Ashley.
”Wow, your drawing is amazing. Is that the front yard? That's the main building... and that's the pine tree in front, right?” Jason pointed to each shape on Suji's drawing paper.
“Uh-uh!” Suji nodded enthusiastically. She was happy that Jason could immediately understand the meaning of her drawing. “This is me!” Suji pointed to the drawing of a girl in a pink dress with two braids that she had drawn at the front. “And this is Mrs. Yoon!” She continued her explanation by pointing to a woman taller than her drawing, standing with her hand held from the side.
“And this is you!“ Suji laughed as she pointed to a round drawing there, “But it's not finished yet.” She blushed shyly and then drew another line to continue her work.
”Ah—that's me?” Jason nodded his head without realizing it. Yeah, it's not finished yet... but I can already see that my drawing will be very good. You are really talented, Suji.”
Suji giggled softly, still blushing.
“That's because you're handsome!” A girl two years older, sitting across from them, suddenly chimed in.
Jason pretended to gasp, covering his mouth and widening his eyes, feigning surprise. “Is that true, Yuri? Am I handsome?”
Yuri nodded shyly. Her reaction was followed by many “yes” and “you're handsome, uncle!” from the other children there. Jason burst into laughter. Ashley, who sits beside him, couldn't help but laugh along, finding the children's innocent and sweet behavior highly amusing.
"I drew you too, uncle! Look at this!” One of the children held up their drawing high to show Jason. What the child did automatically prompted the others to do the same. They shouted that they had also drawn Jason. This instantly made the long table bustling and noisy as everyone suddenly scrambled to show and display their artwork to Jason.
Jason quickly took control and instructed them to be quiet and stay seated properly in their places.
“Very smart. Come on, Junho, go back to your seat, okay. Smart kid. Now, I'll start going around to look at your artwork. Are you ready?”
“Ready!” All the children shouted immediately.
Jason pretended to look surprised again, “Why are you answering so quietly? One more time, okay? Are you ready?”
“Reaaady!!” The children answered again, louder and more excitedly.
Jason then stood up and walked toward the child sitting at the far end, patiently going around each of them one by one. He also didn't tire of cracking jokes during his ‘inspection.’ From where she was sitting, Ashley could hear Jason continuously showering each child with praise in different ways, as if he knew them very well and understood exactly how to communicate with and win over each of the different children.
Ashley praised him when Jason had finished his impromptu performance and sat back down next to her. “You're so friendly.”
“Me?” Jason was a bit surprised when he heard Ashley suddenly say that to him. “Did you hear that, Suji? She said I'm friendly.” He teased Ashley instead.
“What does friendly mean?“ Suji, who didn't know the word Jason had used, answered innocently.
Jason and Ashley burst into laughter together because of it.
”Friendly means when you genuinely treat others well with all your heart. Not pretending to be nice, or lying to appear nice.”
Suji nodded. Though she still didn't fully understand even after the longer explanation.
“I've never been mean to my friends. Am I friendly, uncle?” a child sitting next to Ashley chimed in on their conversation.
“Yes,” Jason immediately agreed with a proud expression, “Of course you're a friendly child, Mina.”
“Me too!“
”Then me too, uncle!“
”Me too! Me too!“
Like a domino effect, they echoed each other's words. Until Jason had to intervene again to calm them down.
”Really? Yes, I know. You are all friendly children.”
Ashley smiled at the children, who became more cheerful after Jason joined them. The man had clearly lightened the somewhat serious atmosphere, as all the children, who had initially been focused on their own drawings, began to interact with each other cheerfully.
“Uncle Lim is the kindest person in the world!” Suji suddenly joked, then lowered her face, blushing.
Ashley shook her head and smiled broadly.
“You really know them all, don't you?”
Jason answered Ashley's question with a slight nod.
“I just found out from my mother a little while ago that you come here often.”
Jason took a breath and let his gaze wander over the yard and the people scattered there.
“I used to work in this area. At first, I just followed my boss to attend a charity event here. Then, from accompanying him, I ended up often replacing him. Before I knew it, I had become a volunteer here and started visiting this place even more frequently.“
”Why?“ Ashley asked briefly.
”Hm?” Jason didn't immediately catch the meaning of the girl's question.
“Why did you want to become a volunteer here? Isn't your own job already busy?"
Jason laughed softly and heartily. ‘I really love children. Being here feels like escaping from my daily routine, which is… too stressful,’ Jason exhaled heavily, ”Maybe I could say I find solace here. Besides, I can also help them.”
“So that's why you're still participating in this event even though you no longer work in this area?“ Ashley asked again, her curiosity genuine, without any ulterior motives.
”Actually, it's because I can't refuse every time your mother invites me,” Jason smiled, ”I'm already connected to this place. So it would feel wrong for me to refuse such a pleasant invitation.”
“I knew it,” Ashley smiled. She had only guessed, but seeing the interaction between her mother and Jason that she had witnessed earlier was enough to show that Jason indeed knew her mother well. And Jason's “clean” reputation—at least that's what she found online when she looked into Josh's family background the day after she found out he was getting married—wouldn't be wasted by her mom to maintain the orphanage's reputation.
"This place is so far from everywhere. You must be having a hard time because of my mom.”
Without thinking, her hand reached for Josh's work bag, lifting it and placing it by the table like a habit forged over years of marriage. It was automatic, almost unconscious. But the moment she realized what she’d done, Ashley froze. Her fingers hovered in mid-air, and she blinked rapidly, as if her mind were chasing its own awareness.She quickly dismissed her surprise, forcing a casual tone into her voice. “Oh, I ran into an old friend today—someone I knew back in New Zealand,” she said, walking to the kitchen to grab two glasses of water.Josh was changing out of his shoes and into house slippers. “A friend?” he asked. “What’s his name?”“Mark,” Ashley replied with a nod. “He was a senior back in school. Helped me out a lot when I first moved there. Really kind.”Josh glanced up. “Mark… He’s a guy?”Ashley nodded again. “Yeah. He owns his own company now. An online travel agency. We caught up for a bit, and he offered me a job—something design-related for his company.”Josh, who
Ashley chose a simple white blouse with long sleeves and a pair of dark jeans—comfortable but unpretentious. She slipped her phone into her bag, put on her sunglasses, and stepped quietly out of the house without telling anyone. She needed to get out. To breathe. To have some space.Los Angeles wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. She had been here several times before during college trips, but always as a tourist. This time, it was different. Now she was a resident, although she felt more like a guest in her husband’s home.She walked a few blocks until she found a small café tucked away on a street corner. The warmth inside, the aroma of coffee and butter, and the cozy hum of quiet conversations felt like a pause button on reality. She took a seat by the window, ordered a cappuccino and a slice of red velvet cake, and pulled out her phone.Her right thumb swiped through screens, opening websites for courses, training programs, art communities, and even part-time job listings. She knew she wa
In the dining room, the only sound was the occasional clink of cutlery against plates. Ashley stared at her food without really eating. Josh, sitting across from her, seemed calm. He ate at a steady pace—neither rushed nor completely relaxed—as if trying to maintain a neutral atmosphere, something difficult to achieve after the tense nights before.Finally, Ashley put down her fork. Josh looked up, his eyebrows slightly raised. “Full?”Ashley nodded, then met his gaze directly. “Can I ask you something?”Josh didn’t answer with words, just gave a small nod—an invitation to speak.Ashley took a deep breath, carefully choosing her words.She sat at the dining table, her spoon suspended mid-air. The last bite of her creamy corn soup never reached her mouth. Josh sat opposite her, busy cutting a piece of roast beef as if the world around him needed no attention.Silence enveloped them like a thick fog, heavy and directionless.“Why did you come to me?” Ashley’s voice finally broke the
When Ashley opened her eyes, the soft morning light seeped through the narrow crack in the bedroom curtains, casting a warm golden hue that gently bathed the room. The quiet was almost reverent—too quiet, in a way that made the space feel unreal, as if she were floating in a vacuum where time had briefly stopped.She turned her head slowly to the side.The pillow on the other side of the bed lay perfectly untouched. The sheets showed no sign of disturbance—no creases or folds where Josh’s body would have pressed into them. There was none of that familiar scent he always left behind, the subtle trace of his presence lingering in the fabric.Suddenly, an empty ache settled inside her chest.She sat up carefully, folding her knees close to her chest, letting her mind drift back to the night before. It wasn’t the kiss or any touch that consumed her thoughts, but rather the way Josh had looked at her when she pulled away—his eyes carrying a quiet, restrained disappointment, not anger, but
They stood there, the distance between them shrinking ever so slightly, the quiet of the night wrapping around their shared uncertainty like a fragile cocoon.Ashley’s mind raced with doubts, memories, and fears. But beneath it all, something new was stirring—something like trust.She lifted her hand tentatively, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I want to try, Josh. I really do. But I need time.”Josh smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and warmed her soul. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”She smiled back, a flicker of relief breaking through the tension.“Thank you,” she said softly.They stood on the balcony a while longer, wrapped in silence that felt less like distance and more like an unspoken agreement: to be patient, to be kind, and to be real with each other—no matter how messy or slow the path might be.As the stars twinkled overhead, Ashley realized that for the first time in a long while, she wasn’t alone in the darkness.And m
The night breeze had grown colder by the time Josh’s lips found Ashley’s again. This kiss was different—deeper, less tentative, filled with a passion that had been quietly bottled up for far too long. His fingers traced the delicate curve of her neck, sliding down to the nape with a gentle caress that sent tremors rippling through her skin, all the way to her heart.Ashley responded, but at first, it was hesitant, cautious, like she was testing the waters of an ocean she wasn’t sure she wanted to dive into. Gradually, she began to melt into the touch, her body relaxing, surrendering to the warmth spreading from his hands to her very core. She felt Josh’s fingers glide down her arm, then wander lower, pressing softly against the side of her waist. His hand gently squeezed the bottom edge of the oversized shirt she’d borrowed, lifting it just enough to reveal a sliver of bare skin—her stomach, pale and smooth beneath the dim glow of the balcony lights.Everything happened too fast—too c