Mei's apartment looked like a toy store had exploded in the middle of a Category 5 hurricane.The suitcase was wide open on the bed, looking less like luggage and more like a cry for help. It had been open for three hours, and so far the only thing Mei had successfully packed was a sense of escalating dread. There were dresses folded with aggressive optimism, two identical sweaters she'd forgotten she owned, and a mountain of stuffed animals that seemed to be multiplying every time she looked away.In the center of the disaster, Mei sat cross-legged on the carpet, hair clipped up with a single exhausted claw clip that looked one inconvenience away from giving up entirely. She held a stuffed rabbit in one hand and a plush bear in the other like she was negotiating international peace treaties."This one is for Liyana baby," she announced seriously. "And this one is for Riyana baby."Evan leaned against the doorway, watching the chaos with the calm resignation of a man who'd loved Mei l
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