The news of the fire in Tai Po arrived first as a notification on Wednesday afternoon, then as a cold, heavy weight in my chest. By 8:30 a.m. on Thursday, as I logged into my work chat and other social apps, I could tell that the sentiment was shared. Across Women of Hong Kong’s digital spaces, usually abuzz with event plans and resource sharing, a heavy, helpless silence had also fallen. The shared, aching question was palpable: Is there anything we can do? The proximity of