May
The door was closed. There was finality about its look, as if it would never be opened again. Ping stood there, staring at the door for a long time. She could hardly move, as though cement had solidified in every one of her joints. Her ears kept ringing with five words, and they had become louder and louder:
“YOU GOT THE WRONG PERSON!”
The whole world seemed to disappear in these five words. Nothing did matter any more. Subconsciously, her hands stretched into her pocket and reached a picture. She took it out. A young beautiful woman holding a baby… Read the rest
