The new place was massive-a penthouse on the top floor of a quiet building in Charlottenburg. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped the living room, letting in soft morning light over dark wood floors and cream furniture. Three bedrooms: Jake had already taken the smallest one near the entrance (practical, always the guard), I had the master with its own balcony overlooking the park, and the third... I was already picturing Olga in it. Her clothes spilling out of drawers, her laugh echoing off the high ceilings. She'd hate how perfect it was.

The shower took forever-I kept turning knobs wrong, getting scalded, then freezing, then finally figuring out the rainfall head. When...