Yueliang was still musing on her “sad situation” when she arrived home. Several hours in the soulless Office of Strategic Services listening to the quiet whine of the heating system gave her a powerful craving for something stronger than her usual peppermint tea. Her typical twenty minute drive turned into twice that––not that she learned the reason why when the traffic picked up again. Sitting in the car, drumming her short nails against the steering wheel, she felt her upper lip twitching with the desire to argue why she was fine without a partner.
