The Door Was Locked on My Return
Language: en
A decade after my abduction, my parents exhausted every resource searching for me. To cope with their grief, they adopted a young girl named Mara. The day I was rescued and brought home, our house overflowed with my childhood photos. Only Mara huddled in the corner, voice trembling as she asked: "Now that she's back... are you going to send me away?" That night, Dad reprimanded her sharply for the first time. Mom held me sobbing, vowing to make amends for all those years of suffering. But when I tried integrating into the family, I accidentally broke one of Mara's hair…