Somehow she was a little relieved, not that she had survived, but she had died.
Like a fatal twist, all that she had protected and saved, was fl ushed away by Bing’s single confession, as though a ton of shit had been collected.
Mei was alerted by the thud of a sudden knock on her door. She heard an urgent voice: “Mom! Open the door! Mom! Open the door!”
It was her little son. Without getting to her feet, she moved to the end of the bed and stretched one arm to let him in.