She kissed him then, tasting salt and hope.
A month later, she received a package from Shanghai. Inside: a calligraphy brush, handmade in Anhui, and a note in Gang’s careful hand. jane costa liu gang
“Gang,” she said.
“Then let’s not have one,” Gang replied. “Let’s have an open ending.” She kissed him then, tasting salt and hope
Jane stepped closer. “That’s exactly what she intended.” She kissed him then