Nothing bad will happen.
Thereafter, he took me to a seat in the restaurant’s far rear so we could have some privacy. I told everything: the phone calls, the photos, the whole narrative. He sat still, listening intently. My idea on who the stalker may be is complete.
My eyes welled up with tears once again as I said, “I had to tell you because I believe he’s coming after both of us.” I felt Derek’s hands on mine as he stretched across the table to grab them. During our conversation, he locked eyes with me.