Typhoon Gaemi was about to hit. I clung desperately to my wife as she tried to go out and deliver a backup power supply to her ex-boyfriend, who was disabled and couldn't use his legs. Outside the window, the wind uprooted trees, and the rain was so heavy we could barely see the road. I urged her to wait until the storm eased, but she said the power had gone out in her ex's old apartment building, and what if something happened to him? The next second, a message popped up in the neighborhood group chat: large sections of exterior tiles had fallen from the building where her ex lived, and someone had been hit and taken to the hospital. My wife's eyes instantly reddened. She jerked free of my grip and rushed for the door. I tried to stop her, but she shoved me into the doorframe, splitting my forehead open. Later, her ex wasn't rescued...
