On the Day I Returned from Innocence, I Brought Three Letters

The iron door of the detention center opened. A creak. Very heavy. The policewoman handed me the transparent sealed bag. Cell phone. Wallet. Key. There is also a silver chain. The pendant was a gift from my grandpa. He said: "Ting Wan, this home will be yours from now on." I went in wearing it three months ago. The chain was still cold when I came out. "Shen Tingwan." The policewoman glanced at me. "You can go." I signed. Pressed the fingerprint. Push the door open. The sun is very bright outside. I can't keep my eyes open from the sun. No one came to pick me up. Without my dad. There is no my sister. Without my fiancé. No one. Only the greyhound at the door glanced at me. Wagged his tail. I hailed a taxi on the side of the road. "Where to go?"