MARY keeps on dialing Hera’s number but her friend’s phone can’t be reached. Her palms were sweating as she tapped the screen of her phone.

Now, her hunch grew bigger. There’s a possibility that those men, who seems suspicious to her a few days ago, were keeping an eye on Hera.

Those men were always across the street a few blocks away from Hera’s apartment, who wears uniforms from a cleaning company, which is confusing because there’s weekly maintenance in the neighborhood. And they don’t need to hire cleaners.

Earlier, before she put Orion to sleep, she heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, one man asked...