Complex Family Relationships
The Vanished Sister
The summer I turned ten, my younger sister went missing.
She vanished on her way to deliver lunch to our parents.
There were no security cameras, and no one had seen her.
Because I was the one who was supposed to have gone, my mother never spoke another word to me again.
Fifteen years later, I became a police officer. I retraced the path my sister took that day, over and over again.
The past began to resurface in my mind, piece by piece.
Slowly, I pieced together a heartbreaking truth.
After My Husband Mistook Me for a Brother-Obsessed Leech
My husband thinks I’m one of those women who bleed their husbands dry for their brothers and sisters. What he doesn’t know is that my “eldest brother” is actually the son I gave birth to at nineteen, my “second brother” is the son I gave birth to at twenty-five, and my “little sister” is the daughter I gave birth to at twenty-eight.
