It was so unbelievable that Vera had a spouse. She was too young, only seventeen years old. It could be someone else, the girl who just looked like her. Vera might have a sister. Or is it my brain that did not function well after all I had undergone? I speculated.

“Miss, sorry. But, you may go out now.” The woman politely urged me out of the house. I walked off with curiosity in my head.

In my whole life, no one occupied my thought except my mother. Witnessing the intimate physical contact of a girl who resembled Vera with a man, I could not help but concern about Vera,...