Tears welled up in Sang-wan's eyes. He was too late! He would never see his father again. Min-ju, who had already lost both parents and could therefore understand his grief well, took his hand. Sang-wan looked at her with a grateful look. He swallowed hard to get rid of the lump in his throat and continued. "What about the others?" "Your mother is alive. I also found records of two siblings. A brother and a sister." "Yes," Sang-wan murmured, his voice choked with tears. "That's right! So they survived!" "Well," Jun-hui interjected. "They must be in a miserable state. Your sister is probably a little better. She is considered a model prisoner and was allowed to have children with another camp inmate. It says something here about two daughters. Fourteen and eight years old." Model pris

