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He wondered if she had found another boy. Another ghost. Another chance to save someone before the tide came in.

None of your business, he said, and for the first time in a year, hung up first.

"Do you know what today is?" she asked.

No name. No profile picture. Just a gray checkmark and a username that read: ConditionMom. -18 - Condition Mom - Sugar Mom -2018- Korean E...

"No. You just omitted the part about the loan sharks calling your mother's hospital room." She handed him a manila envelope. Inside: photographs of his apartment door. His university ID. His mother's bed on the fourth floor of Asan Medical Center. "I have conditions, Jae-won. Not requests."

He was a ghost. And she was trying to keep him alive by making him wear her dead son's face. He stayed. Not because of the money anymore—though the money was still there, a thick blanket over the cold floor of his existence. He stayed because when she fell asleep on that white sofa, her head almost touching his shoulder, her breath shallow and uneven, she looked like his own mother. The same exhaustion. The same fear. The same love, twisted into something sharp and unrecognizable.

The text message arrived at 2:47 AM, right as Jae-won was about to delete the app for good. He wondered if she had found another boy

Who is she? they asked.

"You're taller than your photos," she said. "That's good. Liars bore me."

A black Genesis G90 pulled up to the curb at exactly 3:00. The windows were tinted so dark he couldn't see inside. The back door opened on its own. None of your business, he said, and for

"Ten years ago today, my son died. He was eighteen. Same as you. Same build. Same desperate look in his eyes." She laughed, a dry, awful sound. "He wasn't desperate for money. He was desperate for me to see him. And I was too busy closing a deal in Hong Kong to take his call. He took a bus to the coast. Walked into the water."

"Which is?"