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.
