The whole night, he kept turning in his bed. Whenever he closed his eyes, her face appeared before him. All the scenes replayed in his mind: the moment he first saw her, when she crashed into his chest, in the lift, her saving the child that day, and at the hotel when he killed the man aiming a gun at her.

He didn’t know why he did what he did. He could have let that person kill her and it wouldn’t have bothered him, but his hands had moved on their own, shooting the man. And today, when ...