Faye went home with Phillip. She slept on the couch in the living room, and Phillip slept in the bedroom. That was the rule in the contract—no intimacy.

In the early hours of the morning, the doorbell rang. Faye rubbed her eyes, stood up, and walked to the door. She opened it to find a lady standing there.

“I’m sorry to bother you this early morning,” the lady said. Her voice was soft but firm. “Is Phillip here?”

Faye blinked. “Who are you? Are you his friend?” She wasn’t sure who the woman was or what she wanted.

Before Faye could say another word, the lady stepped past her and...