AFTERIMAGES

It’s all too complicated, is what she thinks. Qiao Ling can’t pick and pry at the threads of fate like she can with the balance sheets she meticulously compiles for the photo studio at the end of each year. If neither side matches up, it means that she must have made an error.Finding said error and working through the rest of the problem should be simple. But the guilt comes easy, too – especially when you’ve once found yourself in a dark room with a knife in hand, and someone bleeding out on the couch in front of you.