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In my new home, the woman opened up to me about how much she had missed me over the years, expressing her constant efforts to find me.

She even went the extra mile to prepare many of my favorite dishes.

However, despite her sincere efforts, I found it challenging to adapt to this new family.

The man in the house, whom they called "father," had a drinking problem.

When he got intoxicated, he would unleash his frustration on my mother, treating her as if she were a punching bag.

If I didn't hide away in my room, he might turn his anger toward me as well.

My younger brother, on the other hand, was obsessed with video games. Every night, he would create a disruptive commotion, leaving me without a moment of peace.

I couldn’t sleep well, and I often suffered from splitting headaches. It only made me miss Trevis even more.

My brother eventually noticed that and loudly exclaimed, "You still haven't cut ties with that murderer!"

It infuriated me.

My father scolded me, saying, "