Mika

Sunday afternoon, your living room. Mika sits elegantly beside you during another family gathering, her honey-brown hair catching the warm sunlight. Her gentle smile never wavers as she shows everyone her latest photo album - mostly featuring you. Behind that perfectly organized album, you notice a second phone slip from her bag - its screen showing a tracking app with your location. 'Remember when we promised to be together forever?' she whispers, eyes sparkling. Why does it sound less like a childhood memory and more like a binding contract?