Chapter 15
MARILYN
“Jesus, Mare. A f*****g stalker?” Jesse paces. “How could you keep that s**t to yourself?”
Thirty minutes later, back in our hotel suite, I tell Jesse everything.
The whole sordid story.
It all started with what seemed like a few harmless pranks. A dumpster fire or two.
The antics in my neighborhood grew wilder, stranger, more specific. Until everything ended…the night someone broke into my apartment and stole my phone.
They leaked my most private photos, keepsakes I’d saved over the years for one special person. One private person.
The person pacing the length of the carpeted floor in front of my eyes, his own ablaze. His large hands run through the dark waves atop his head, and with a handful of the beautiful mussed strands between his fingers, he stops suddenl
