After leaving the police station, they followed the address provided by the police to my rental apartment to collect my belongings.

I had stayed here for three years after graduation, working and living my life, and they had never visited.

Sitting in the car, my mother suddenly called out, "Joy."

Joyce looked at her nervously, her eyes betraying an unmistakable guilt.

"Was that last call from Rosie meant for you?"

"…"

Joyce opened her mouth but was momentarily at a loss for words. The usually silver-tongued Joyce couldn’t find a plausible excuse. Finally, she said, "I had to wake up at four to do my makeup. I went to bed...