In the middle of the night, Hector pinched Hana so aggressively that she was bruised everywhere. That night, she cried through the night while hugging her baby daughter. That year, Hana was not even twenty years old yet. It was as if Hana, who was still young, was living in a burning hell. She had to get up early and come home late every day to have her street stall manned. She even had to hide from Hector when she came home at night.

There were times when she thought of just leaving the place