Living alone due to work, I shared a quiet bond with my neighbor, Mikako, a beautiful single mother who carried a melancholy charm. She was always there for me, a comforting presence whenever I needed support. One day, she suddenly appeared at my door, soaked and crying, whispering, "Please hold me." She revealed that her ex-husband had forcibly raped her. Wanting to heal her wounded heart, I took her into my arms. From that moment, our relationship deepened into something new and intimate.