Chapter 5

"I really want to know who this 'Uncle' actually is."

On my way home, I passed by that neighborhood down south and made a point to swing by for a look.

It was a two-bedroom apartment with a living room. The decor was nothing special, but everything was fully furnished, brand new fridge, washing machine, and TV.

The landlord said a "middle-aged woman" had signed the lease, paid the deposit in cash, and used a card for the rent.

Middle-aged woman.

My mom.

I sat in my car, gazing at the windows of that building, lost in thought for a…