As the call ended, Lin Fang leaned back hard against the couch, the strength draining from his body as if someone had pulled a plug.
He stared at the ceiling, then closed his eyes, letting out a slow, exhausted breath that carried more weight than he wanted to admit.
Unbidden, memories surfaced of his elder sister and his mother.
It was the day their mother packed her bags after her wedding. There was no farewell or even a phone call. She left behind a simple letter, stating that she will be leaving with her new husband.
Just a few months ago, Lin Fang lost his father, and only 15 days ago, he returned home after rehabilitation. At the time when his mother abandoned him, his sister stayed by his side. She gripped his hand tightly and continued to hold that hand even after they were picked up by his maternal grandparents.
For the next four to five years, it was just the two of them in that old house.
