At the dinner table. The members of the Jeo family are gathered around a long, wide table. The sound of knives cutting, water glasses being set down, and occasional conversation fills the air. And buried between those sounds, the faint brush of skin against the back of a hand. . . . The quiet dinner ends, and one by one, everyone stands up. Only after everyone has retreated to their own rooms does Jeo Myeong-jin speak in a low voice. Come to my room later.