Head Start

Xiao Mei landed in Paris. She walked the tarmac into the airport. Flew economy. Hellish. An old man snoring snot bubbles next to her. But if she had gone on her private jet then Father would have known instantly.

At least now she had a head start.

Everyone spoke French. And she did too.

Almost as before. University lecturers. Prissy girls at the hostel. Dancing the night away at Carte Rouge.

And Nadia… She could not return to any of those before, except Nadia.

Things were busy back in China. Now she would have to play the game of cat and mouse.