Song Lin stood at the window above the grounds of the embassy, but she was not enjoying the view. She wore an off-white formal gown; it was beautiful and offered a stunning contrast with her long black hair and rare, sapphire blue, eyes. It was also really boring. Not even off the shoulder. It was all just so appropriate and proper for the daughter of a high-ranking official of the Chinese government.
soHer foot tapped the ground unconsciously as she typed away on her phone, exchanging texts with her boyfriend, Todd. Not for the first time she wished she hadn’t promised to go with her dad to another stupid official party.
But he needed her more now than ever.
Her fingers hesitated on the keyboard as images of her mother dying the long, slow death of cancer came unbidden to her mind
