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My little sister was dead.
The official conclusion came down to two words: postpartum depression.
Her husband, Fang Yuanzhou, cried louder than anyone at her funeral.
Everyone in the apartment complex lined up to comfort him. Someone patted his back and said, “Stay strong, Yuanzhou. You still have your child.”
I stood in the last row of the mourning hall and never once looked at him.
After the funeral, I sorted through her belongings.
Her phone’s notes app held more than three hundred password-protected entries. Every one followed the same format.
“March 7. Left ribs. About four minutes.”
“May 22. Inner thigh. Fists. About two minutes. He said if I told anyone again, I’d never see my child.”
“August 14. Back. The buckle end of the belt. I didn’t count how many times.”
The last entry was dated three days before she died.
“I want to call you, Sis, but I’m afraid you’re busy. It’s okay. I can hold on.”
I took her phone to the police station.
The officer who received me scrolled through the entries, then looked up, plainly uncomfortable.
“Ms. Cheng, the person involved is deceased. We can’t verify these electronic records. We… can’t open a case.”
I confronted Fang Yuanzhou.
He sat in the living room with my sister’s memorial portrait on the coffee table. His eyes were red, his voice hoarse.
“Sis, Nuannuan had been struggling emotionally since the birth. She often made things up. Even her doctor said she showed delusional tendencies. I couldn’t stop her. It’s my fault.”
He lowered his head. His shoulders shook twice.
I went to a law firm.
The lawyer listened, fell silent for a long time, then said, “Ms. Cheng, I understand how you feel. But with the evidence we have, there’s no case we can bring.”
I stood on the balcony my sister had fallen from.
I looked down for a long time.
After that, I disappeared.
No one knew where I’d gone.
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