Chapter Three: A Love Already Written

Color left Tang Li's face. Her phone calendar clearly showed the Iceland itinerary. Her cloud storage also contained photographs of her holding her newborn daughter. Two airtight bodies of evidence existed side by side. “I have both memories,” Tang Li whispered, pressing her temples. “The northern lights, and my baby's fever. Lin Wan, this isn't a trick.” They opened the vow book. Beneath the milk sentence, pale gray words had appeared: Every revision draws upon the holder's strongest desire to complete ambiguities. “I only wrote about milk,” Lin Wan said. “Milk wasn't what you wanted him to remember. You wanted to know whether he could be changed.”