Afternoon. Qin Anan bought two pots of daffodils at the flower market. Carrying the flowers, she returned to her mother’s rental apartment. It wasn't yet five, a time when Zhang Yun should have still been at work. But there she was, bustling about in the kitchen. “Mom, you’re home early today?” Qin Anan asked, swapping her shoes for slippers and setting the two pots down on the living room table.