‘Jom’ was the name Mom gave me, expecting that it could be changed according to the mood each year.

In a good mood, it could be Jom, the naughty. In a bad mood, it could be Jom the nosy.

The reason was that I was born with a gift that allows me to hear others' minds and see the picture in their heads when I touch them.

Dad and Mom took advantage of my ability for gambling, or sometimes, as a stitch in time saves nine, screening tenants’ profiles in our apartment.

Until one day ‘Renu,’ the new tenant came up, and Mom asked me to screen her profile. Yet, I saw nothing. I couldn't read her mind but only heard the echo of her heartbeat.

Ba-dum…

Constantly.

As I was always the person who didn’t want to know others’ stories, I ended up wanting to know everything about her, which made me crazy.

Moreover, the new tenant was also an educator, ‘The new teacher in my school.’

What started as a simple relationship developed into something complex when her heartbeat and mine started to race at the same pace.

Then, I thought of some experiments about couples’ heartbeats that beat at the same pace. The person who I had so many questions filed in my head every time I met her.

Who is she? Why can't I hear a thing…except the sound of her heart.