In the black Ferrari, Winifred sat with Heulwen in the back seat, in which a man was holding the steering wheel, Winifred did not understand and asked: “What are we doing here?”

“Waiting for someone,” Heulwen said.

The driver said again: “Heulwen, the car is coming.”

“Yes, tell the other person,” Heulwen said indifferently and turned to Winifred. “Go home.”

“Then, can I ask what you guys are doing?” Winifred could not help but ask.

“You ...