THIRTY-FIVE
The next morning, Yi sent Heng to Yeong Fu's apartment to ask whether he might meet with the man over the course of the morning. Heng came hurrying back, wide-eyed. "The whole family has packed up and left. Apparently, Yeong Fu died suddenly and they all returned home for the funeral first thing this morning."
Yi's hand closed around the shoes on the table. So that was why Mao had not returned last night. He must have been with his family, and returned home with them for his father's funeral. As any dutiful son would do.
Surely he would have taken a moment to return here to pack his belongings, and say farewell. Yet all of Mao's clothes were still in his room, and the shoes sat where he'd left them last night.
Now Yi remembered the maid from last night. Had she been sent t
