The drive home was a blur of rain-streaked windows and stabbing shame. Tae leaned her forehead against the cold steering wheel, parked outside her apartment complex. Her thighs felt glued together. Lights were on in her flat – she’d left them on that morning, blissfully unaware.

Every step towards her door was agony. She fumbled her keys, dropping them once. She finally unlocked it, pushed the door open weakly, and stepped inside her dimly lit hallway.