Haneul's brow furrowed, his heart pounding frantically in his chest. He kept glancing at the back of his brother, who was quietly heating up their dinner at the stove.
The soft bubbling of the stew melded perfectly with the rhythmic patter of rain against the window.
No doubt, the atmosphere inside their home was warm and cozy, but the little child could still feel the tension, no matter how much Jihoon tried to hide it.
Swinging his little feet under the table, Haneul gnawed at his lower lip, deep in thought. It was the first time he had ever seen his brother look so down and dejected.
He propped his chin on his palm, racking his brain, wondering what he could do to make his brother feel better.
Just then, Haneul caught sight of a sudden flash of lightning splitting the sky outside the windowpane. His eyes followed the streaks of white against the dark clouds, and an idea sparked in his mind… He knew what was coming next and he steel himself for the plan.
