Siwon Song's Hanok sat on a quiet street in Insadong. Lisa tapped a hand against her knee as she and Roseanne waited in the immaculate living room. Wide windows looked out over the city. Trees swayed gently in the afternoon breeze.
Roseanne caught Lisa's tense shoulders, her tight jaw. "Relax, would you? You're stressing me out."
Lisa shot her an irritated look and went back to tapping.
Mina Song entered the room with Siwon at her side. Her face was drawn, the swell of her very pregnant belly protruding from her slim body. "Sorry we kept you waiting."
Lisa tensed at Roseanne's side, but she ignored her. "It's all right. I'm sorry we're bothering you. I know how tired you must be."
Mina smiled, running a hand over her belly. "I'm not able to sleep much these days."
"Practice for B-day," Siwon said, his fingers skimming their baby.
"Look." Lisa shifted his feet. "I don't mean to be rude, but we really need some answers. The first of which is why you dragged us all the way over here when you could have answered our questions at Rosie's office."
Roseanne slanted her a warning look, which she ignored. Lisa had no tact when she was on a mission.
"That's my fault." Mina sank onto the floral couch. Even with her pregnant belly, the couch seemed to gobble up her petite body. "Siwon knew I'd want to be involved."
"I'm not following you." Roseanne sat in a plush, cream chair across from Mina. "How do you have anything to do with a medical study?"
"Do you recognize me at all?" Mina asked.
"No, should I?" Worry tickled the back of Roseanne's throat.
"I suppose not. We only spoke a few times when I was in the nursing home, but I could never forget your eyes."
Roseanne glanced up at Lisa. Her jaw twitched. Mina Song. Why hadn't the name clicked when she'd looked at the list from Irene Bae's house?
Siwon stepped behind his wife, rested a hand on her shoulder. "Mina had ovarian cancer. We decided to try experimental treatments after we'd exhausted all other avenues."
"I didn't think I'd make it," Mina said, looking down. "But Dr. Jeong was so optimistic, he gave us hope. The treatments lasted over six months. I was in and out of the nursing home, being monitored by the staff there. That's when I met you."
Roseanne's eyes widened. "I was awake?"
"Some. You'd been in a car accident, were in a coma for several months. Your husband..." She glanced at Lisa. "Dr. Jeong, I mean, had you relocated to the nursing home so he could keep an eye on you since that's where most of his patients were. After your baby was born, you woke up, but you were in and out of consciousness for quite some time. One day you'd be up and moving around, the next completely out."
She'd been awake. She'd been moving. Which explained why her recovery hadn't been so extreme. Why her body had bounced back relatively quickly. People had seen her, talked to her. And she couldn't remember any of it.
"Go on," she said, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Jaehyun said he was my husband?"
Mina nodded. "Yes. Another doctor was overseeing your care. I didn't know his name. Tall, dark hair, dark brown eyes. They seemed to know each other well. I think it must have been his nursing home—or he knew the person who owned and operated it."
"Ishida." Roseanne glanced at Lisa again. She'd been right. Her Osaka doctor had been involved. Had probably been killed because of that involvement.
"What was the name of the experimental drug treatment?" Lisa asked.
