The sun blazed down, making the asphalt road sticky and soft under its relentless heat. Dong Qin dashed into the building with quick, eager steps, fumbling for her keys to unlock the door. A slight touch on the door handle made her squint. The door was ajar. A pair of half-worn Nike shoes lay scattered in the foyer, indicating someone was inside. Unconcerned, she kicked off her slippers and padded barefoot to the refrigerator for a drink. Arms wrapped around her from behind.
