Three years ago, my younger sister Lin Xi disappeared at Pier Seven. Everyone was certain she was dead.
Three years later, in the early hours of the morning, I received a location pin from her.
She said, “Sis, I'm not dead.”
I rushed to the abandoned pier and found my sister's other lost shoe, a secret shipping manifest bearing our father's signature, and a police officer who had been dead for years.
As the old case from July 14 resurfaced, I finally realized
My sister wasn't dead.
My father might not be dead either.
And what they shipped out of the harbor back then wasn't cargo at all.
