Locked in Autumn’s Memories

I was sent to prison by my wife for two years. After being released, I changed my name and left the country.

Seven years later, we met again in front of my sister’s grave.

When our eyes met, she stopped wiping the tombstone. In her eyes flashed a mix of emotions—shock, joy, guilt… all hard to describe.

“Dorian, I’ve been looking for you for so many years. I thought you… were gone too. Where have you been all these years? Why didn’t you contact me even once?”

Seeing that I didn’t respond, she quickly wiped the corner of her eyes.