Kim stood outside his front door for a long moment, his hand resting on the handle. The cool evening breeze whispered against his skin, but the turmoil inside him burned hotter than ever. He inhaled, slowly, as if hoping the breath would clear his head. It didn’t.

When he finally stepped inside, the soft glow of the hallway lights felt suffocating. The house was silent except for the gentle hum of the baby monitor placed on the side table. His feet dragged as he walked in, each step feeling ...