Mee-Kyong watched as Sun sashayed away. The child glided over the concrete sidewalk as she held on to the broker’s arm. Min-Ho stood with his chest puffed out, stretching his spine as if an extra centimeter might conceal his short stature. Mee-Kyong adjusted her weight once more, groaning from the discomfort. The self-assured broker wouldn’t remain so happy, she suspected, when he saw all that blood on the seat of his car.
She shut her eyes. She just needed another minute to regain some of her strength. The pimpled man and his buyer would haggle over money, and then they would be back for her. She could tell by his swagger the broker intended to come out rich. Mee-Kyong was just an afterthought. That’s probably why he hadn’t wanted to bring her inside for the first meeting.
It was just a
