The Great Purge
Language: en
The display shelf in my living room was empty. I stood in the living room dragging my suitcase, my hand still gripping the handle. I had been away on a business trip for seven days. When I left, the shelf held twelve Yixing clay teapots, six tea sets, and a pair of blue-and-white porcelain vases. Now—there was nothing. The dust was still there, but the items were gone. I put down my suitcase and walked towards the bedroom. The door to the walk-in closet was open. My row of designer bags—three Chanels, two Hermès, and a vintage leather handbag my mom left me—all gone. My phone chimed. A…