“I don’t know how to thank you, but I’ll find a way. I can pay you,” Yayoi said. “I don’t want your money.” “Why not? Why would you be willing to do all this?” she went on as she lifted Kenji by the arms. “I’m not sure,” said Masako, grabbing the limp legs of the man who had once been Yayoi’s husband. “But I’ll figure that out later.”
