CHAPTER 17 THERE’S NO HOME FOR YOU HERE
THERE’S NO HOME FOR YOU HERE
Orchid
Orchid’s most surprising experience in Beijing was looking Asian but not being treated as a Chinese citizen. Lips loosened with wine, she confessed her confusion to her R handmade pottery from Tianjin; and a photo of their first team outing to the Great Wall.
She stepped out of the room, light with elation. The assignment was a success.
Star and her other colleagues hugged her goodbye, tears in their eyes.
“I’ll be back,” Orchid promised.
The next day, she boarded the plane with a sense of satisfaction.
Over the ocean, one movie into her flight, New York suddenly seemed closer than it’d been during the past month and a half.
Phoenix hadn’t contacted her. Not once. After they’d spent months talking or texting several times a week.
Caleb’s warning echoed, again, that Phoenix lost interest easily. Her parents. Phoenix. Will he even remember to meet me at the airport?