Hong Kong never felt so foreign, so inhospitable and unwelcoming. Not because anyone there made me feel like I didn't belong. As a matter of fact, when I touched down in the kid's room, I ensured no one knew I was there to begin with. Couldn't face Mom or Nanna or even GreatGram again, not after what I'd done.

What I was becoming.

I sank to the floor amid the gathering of objects, marble cold under my jeans, darkness through the window reminding me it was a day later ...