Two years have passed since I broke up with her. I've been working three part-time jobs a day without a single day of rest. Every day, my body aches as if it's breaking, but compared to the weight of the debt that man left me, physical pain is nothing.

There are days when a sense of injustice washes over me like a wave. Why do I have to carry that man's debt?

Even when he heartlessly abandoned my mother and me when I was a child, even when I held my mother's funeral alone in tears, and even when he only showed his face at the funeral hall to claim the life insurance money—I have never once considered that human being my father.

Lost in thought as I walked, I soon arrived at the cafe where I work.

Pushing the cafe door open and stepping inside "Sorry, I'm a bit lat—"