After lunch, Jake takes me and Leila ashore on the speedboat which is moored to the back of the yacht. He doesn’t say anything again about my hair, whether I should cut it or not, and I don’t bring it up. He has a car and driver waiting on land to take us anywhere we desire and leaves us with a goodbye at the dock with orders to call him when we’re returning.

He hands me a credit card, which I try to push back at him but meet his death glare. I know better than to argue with that look. I slide it in my bag remembering he made...