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I do not know why I went to their home. Perhaps I needed to see it with my own eyes. The apartment was warm and expensive. A boy of six stood at the door of the children's room and stared at me. His name was An'an. He had Zhou Xuchuan's eyes. Xia Ning stood between us, nervous. "An'an, go inside." The boy did not move. "Are you going to take my dad away?" he asked. I did not answer. I could not. I walked through the living room and saw the photographs on the wall: Zhou Xuchuan, Xia Ning, and the boy at the beach, at a birthday party, at the zoo. Seven years of Sundays I had spent waiting for him. Then Xia Ning screamed. The children's room was empty. The boy had been standing there a moment before. "An'an!" She ran to the balcony, the bathroom, the stairs. Zhou Xuchuan called the property office and ran into the stairwell. I stood in the doorway with my heart pounding. Then I followed them. We searched the elevators, the garden, the underground garage. I shouted the boy's name until my throat went raw. The blister on my heel from the previous night split open and bled, and every step hurt. I did not stop. Xia Ning swayed on her feet. I reached out to steady her. She pulled away as if burned. That small movement hurt more than the blister.0