She was meant to live under the bright sun, supposed to thrive vibrantly, with an ordinary yet orderly life trajectory. She was supposed to be confident, positive, perhaps even envied.
But this man destroyed her home.
Her father was a meritorious figure of courage, crossing through bullets and bombs, dedicating everything he had for the country, for the people, for peace.
A narcotics officer was almost always in danger.
Without a home to return to for years, living undercover and constantly in fear of survival.
Yet, he was maliciously betrayed and died in a foreign country.
She couldn't let it go.
She stared at those sheets of paper for quite a while, then picked them up, turned them page by page, line by line. But she knew too little about this man, only a vague memory of his face and all else was blank to the utmost.
She wanted to single him out from these people.
And to do so, she needed to go through each individual in much more detail.
