“Then let’s not have one,” Gang replied. “Let’s have an open ending.”
He looked up.
Gang left on a Tuesday morning. Jane stood at the airport window, watching his plane lift into a gray-blue sky. Her phone buzzed: a single line of text from him. jane costa liu gang
Jane thought about her quiet apartment. Her careful routines. The way she had convinced herself that wanting less was the same as being strong. “Then let’s not have one,” Gang replied
Then Liu Gang walked into her gallery.