The night gradually deepened, and the children fell asleep, but still in Alice Jones's boudoir, still lying on the large and comfortable window bed, Scott Smith lay face up, his eyes wide open and dark, but he couldn't fall asleep.

The child's mother also couldn't sleep. Alice Jones turned sideways with her back to Scott Smith, slightly opening her eyes. She replayed the last moment of artificial respiration in the gym at home over and over again in her mind. Their tongues touched lightly, and it was like an electric current running through her body, and the numbing feeling went all the way to her heart.

Who could have imagined...