On the fifth year of my abduction, I was rescued.

After giving my statement at the police station, they handed me a phone, "Do you still remember your family's contact information?"

I was silent for a while.

Of course, I remembered.

While at my buyer's house, I once risked using a landline to call Luke.

It even connected—

But no matter how many times I called out, no one responded.

In those fleeting moments, all I heard was their warm daily life.

My mom: "Nancy, I made some chicken soup for you. Take it with you to the show."

Strange girl: "Mom, you don't have to go through all that...