I can no longer speak to him or touch him... I was devastated by the loss of my husband in an accident, but an even greater tragedy awaited me. The very next day, I was raped by Mr. Sudo, a friend my husband had been indebted to, despite my futile resistance. My husband, smiling gently in his funeral portrait, could not save me. From then on, I continued to be raped by Mr. Sudo, who came to see me almost every day. And then I discovered... that there is something that can erase the love and guilt I feel for my husband...
