Chapter 4

I heard crying from the hallway.

"My granddaughter! My poor granddaughter!"

It was my grandmother.

Her legs didn't work well, so she sat in a wheelchair, pushed by a caregiver.

My mother followed behind, wearing a black cotton jacket, her face bare.

They started crying as soon as they entered the station lobby.

My grandmother's crying was loud wailing, with slapping and shouting.

My mother's crying was silent, wiping tears, shoulders shaking.

Several young officers on duty all looked over.

"Don't worry, we found the girl. That's good news."

My grandmother grabbed the female officer's hand.

"I've been looking for…