The tension from their argument still hung heavily in the air the next morning. Wei lay awake on his narrow bed, staring up at the ceiling, Mei's words replaying in his mind.
You don't understand. You never understand.
Her voice—her silent voice—echoed with a kind of hurt he hadn't seen in her before. It gnawed at him, the way she'd turned and walked away, as if he had failed her in some irreparable way. For the first time since they'd started working together, Wei wasn't sure where they stood.
A soft knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts. He hesitated before getting up, wondering if it was Mei, but when he opened the door, it was Lin.
"We need to talk," she said quietly, stepping into the small room without waiting for an invitation.
Wei closed the door behind her and sighed. "I know what you're going to say."
