Kent took me out, bringing along a surfboard for us to go surfing. As I hugged his waist tightly, allowing the surfboard he controlled to smash into the billowing waves, I couldn't help but conjure up an image of that day when I was kidnapped by Jared: how he used the surfboard to miraculously arrive in front of me, saving me at that moment.

We returned from surfing, and it was already night. Afterward, we climbed to the rooftop of the hotel. From this height of thirty-something stories, the night view of the entire island was in full view. The refreshing wind blew, and the stars in the sky seemed...