On the day my mother remarried, my stepfather gave me a piece of braised pork. I threw up that night because I saw a memo on his phone - the blood types and "processing" records of the four daughters. I'm the fourth. The mother with the gun, the father in the trunk, the grandpa at the end of the tunnel... When everyone I trusted was playing a game of chess, I discovered that the only chess piece that was kept in the dark was myself. Each chapter is full of twists and turns, each chapter has a hook, and I burst into tears at the end.
