The smell of roasted garlic was heavy for six in the morning, but it did not hide the way Zhou Liang clung to the edge of the laminate kitchen counter to stay upright. She stood by the stove, her face pale under the fluorescent light, stirring a pot of chicken broth.
Marcus Liang sat on the wooden stool by the door, tugging hard on the laces of his continue reading …
work boots. He tapped his gold wedding ring against the metal eyelet of his boot, a quiet habit that usually calmed his mind.
“You should sit down, Zhou,” Marcus said, clearing his throat before he spoke.
“I am just tired from the early shift, Marcus, please do not worry,” she said, using her familiar short, reassuring tone.
Marcus bent over to double-knot continue reading …
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