Taya walked up to the second-floor bedroom without turning on the lights. By the dim light, she could see the Koenigsegg downstairs and the man inside. Through the half wound window, Taya noticed that he was typing on his phone. A few seconds later, Taya’s phone vibrated.

She took out her phone from her pocket and opened WhatsApp. She saw a photo he sent, a picture of the two of them taken at the seaside. He typed her a message with only a few words: “Don’t delete the picture. Keep it as a memory.”

A memory…Why would it be a memory?

Taya wanted to reply to him, but she noticed...