I twisted my eyebrow, doubting. I asked, "Your sense of belongingness comes from me?"

He stopped talking and just stared at me.

I couldn't understand him, so I stayed silent.

It was an hour's drive from Greenville to Hempstead. Jordan took the trouble to sit next to me, but she didn't say a word, just quietly looking at the scenery outside the car window with me all the way.

"Dear passengers, we have arrived in Hempstead." The station broadcast rang as the bus stopped.

I got up and reached for the suitcase on the rack. Before I could reach it, the suitcase was taken away by a pair of white,...