Sinking Boat, Delayed Crossing; Wentang Falls Silent

Three years after I disappeared, my husband, Lu Chenzhou, became the country's youngest celebrity forensic pathologist.

During an open lecture, he explained an unidentified woman's corpse to an audience of three million.

The camera swept over the bones of the left wrist. His voice was calm.

"The deceased's left wrist shows repeated injuries. Given the state of the old wounds, a long-term tendency toward self-harm cannot be ruled out."

The comments flooded the screen.

[She obviously had psychological problems.]

[Was it another relationship dispute?]

I floated beside the autopsy table, looking down at the stark white bones of that wrist.

It was my hand.