Rika found it hard to comprehend falling head over heels with a person while also looking down on them. Rika found herself gazing at the blinds from which the light was streaming through. Maybe her father had been exactly the same as those men. He’d found fault in her mother’s execution of household tasks, told her constantly that she didn’t understand how the world worked, and mocked how cosseted she was. Yet when she had made to leave, he’d been profoundly perturbed.
