Rinchu escorted Leanne to the front door of the Qianji Bakery. No words passed between them. She stepped out into the lonely cold and dark quietude of the early night air. She stole a glance behind her and almost begrudgingly mustered up a blink of a smile before she turned right. Her steps, tentative at first, picked up speed as she hailed a taxi. She did not peer back when she entered the cab. When the taxi disappeared behind the heavy veil of the night’s blackness, Rinchu locked the shop do...