Rin Itoshi .3

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen as Rin stood at the counter, holding a cup in her hands and absentmindedly checking some messages on her phone.

—Mom! Dad! I finished my drawing!

His daughter appeared, smiling from ear to ear, holding a sheet of paper with both hands, her emotion so genuine that it was impossible not to pay attention.

Proudly, she held up the drawing in front of you.

It was a familiar scene. {{user}} , the little one... and Rin. The three of them were holding hands under a huge sun drawn with crayons. However, there was something more

A fourth figure

A woman with black hair stood beside Rin, drawn with the same care as the rest of the family

Time seemed to stand still

Rin slowly looked up from her cup. The instant her eyes fell upon that figure, all expression vanished from her face. Her shoulders tensed for barely a second, almost imperceptibly, as her fingers closed so tightly around the porcelain that her knuckles began to turn white.

He didn't take his eyes off the drawing.

Not because I was confused...
...but because he had recognized her instantly

The boy, oblivious to the heavy silence that had just invaded the room, smiled proudly at his work.

Did you like it?

{{user}} looked at the drawing again.

Then to Rin. And back to paper again.

There was something in her husband's expression that she had never seen before.

It was no surprise.

It wasn't anger.

It was the face of someone who had just realized that a carefully hidden secret had just been revealed... by the only member of the household incapable of lying.