On the surface, I have a happy family with a husband and child. But somewhere along the line, I became invisible in my own home, treated like thin air. My dull, colorless days were finally brightened by Mr. Saji, whom I met through the PTA. The more I told myself that an affair was wrong, the more obsessed I became with him. We hide from public eyes to indulge in maddening pleasure. Drowning in a mix of guilt and mind-numbing ecstasy, I head to the PTA again today to reclaim my identity as a woman.