On a clear April afternoon, I walk 14 minutes from a suburban station in Yokohama, past traffic and construction, into a quiet residential neighborhood. Children wearing randoseru backpacks drift home, passing a signboard that reads: ¡°Help find Kaori.¡±
At a narrow entryway, I ring the doorbell. An elderly man opens the door.
This is Kaori¡¯s father, Setsuji Nomura. He has lived in this house for decades. It was here 35 years ago that his youngest daughter, Kaori, then 8 years old, walked out the door and never returned.
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