Because a marriage may survive an affair, but it cannot survive indefinitely on lies.… A Love Story The rain had been falling since late afternoon, tapping against the windows of a modest apartment in the suburbs of Tokyo. Inside, the atmosphere was considerably heavier than the weather outside. At the dining table sat 42-year-old Kenji Nakamura, a salaryman who had spent the last eighteen years believing that he understood the delicate balance of married life. Across from him stood his wife, Yuko, 40, her arms folded and her expression unusually calm. Beside her was their 15-year-old daughter, Misaki, who was holding a smartphone. “Sit down, Kenji.” Yuko’s voice was quiet, but there was no room for negotiation. Kenji looked from his wife to his daughter. “What’s going on? Why are you both looking at me like that?” “Because we have something to discuss. Something you’ve been avoiding.” Yuko placed a photograph on the table. ...