Webb
She eats telling us about her trip to New York. I wait to bring up the picture subject until she’s finished considering how much weight she’s lost.
“Sofie who sent you pictures of Andrea hanging on me at the party? Was it her?” She gets quiet and looks down at her lap.
“That’s the other reason I came here tonight. I was afraid to be alone. He’s….he’s back. Started texting me last Sunday again.” She looks terrified and I clench my fists. “I panicked when he started.” Well that might explain why some of her rational thought over me cheating was absent.
“What did he send you?”
She grabs her phone and unlocks it to a printed photo series first. “That was under my door Wednesday night.”
I look at her in alarm. Then she opens the text feed. He’s coming on stronger. If he touches he
