The rain hasn’t stopped for hours, and the smell of soy broth and motor oil clings to the air. I’m standing under a broken umbrella, watching her—my daughter—sit on a wobbly stool, blowing on a spoonful of noodles like it’s the most important thing in the world. She has my jawline. My brow. Even the way she tilts her head when she laughs—it’s me. I ran the test three times. No mistake. Lin Mei wipes her hands on her apron and looks up, and for a second, our eyes lock. She doesn’t recognize me. How could she? That night was a blur of chemicals and shadows. But I remember the pendant—half gone, the other half still in my safe. I take a step forward, but then Da Peng slams a fist on the counter, yelling at her for burning the broth. My fists clench. Do I walk in and demand answers? Do I offer money from the shadows again? Or do I turn and leave, pretending I never saw them?