Alisha:
Here I am, early in the morning, parked a few houses down from Devon’s mansion, the sky is a deep shade of blue, the sun just beginning to cast an orange bright glow on the roof of the houses. The air is foggy and cold, thanksgiving and Christmas is a couple of weeks ahead.
I am seated in my blue Porsche, engine turned off while clutching a paper cup of coffee. I ordered it from a tiny coffee shop down the last two streets. The coffee has already cooled, and this irritates me. I squeeze, feeling the paper crumble beneath my fingers.
I always love that power of feeling in control. This obsession needs to stop, it’s seven in the morning and all I want to do is catch a glance of Devon, he hasn’t been responding to my calls and it makes me f*****g bitter. Stalking is illegal, but I
