As she exited the car, Sabrina noticed that Tyrone, still holding Jennie, was also getting out of the vehicle.

She looked at him in confusion.

He smiled.

"I'm going to live here with Jennie and Karen."

Sabrina was stunned.

"Why?"

“Jennie likes you, and this way, she can spend more time with you.

Plus, you can pick her up and drop her off at school," Tyrone offered as his rationale.

“What a good reason!" Sabrina curled her lips.

Sabrina meticulously sorted out her evidence and dispatched it with a touch of digital elegance to the photography competition's host via email.

Her arsenal included the competition's designated email thread, the unadulterated EXIF data, and the sacred RAW file. These three could decisively prove her as the real photographer behind the mesmerizing work.

This, she mused, appeared ostensibly uncomplicated. A mere procedural formality.

After she conscientiously powered down her computer, Sabrina retreated to the lavatory to wash up.

As she lounged on her bed, craving a moment of reprieve, a Facebook message pinged on her screen. It was from Tyrone, saying, "Could you step outside for a moment?"

A follow-up message read, "I'm right outside your place."

Sabrina snapped to attention, her senses heightened.

"It's rather late. What's going on?"

"Join me for a spin. Dress warmly when you step out."

She couldn't believe her eyes.

“What on earth are you thinking?"