Each night since my arrival, I’ve imagined ramming that damn gate with my car to force my way inside and to claim back what’s mine. A foolish delusion of a desperate man. Tonight, I don’t even have the energy to dream. Yet I can’t make myself turn the car around and leave. This is as close as I can get to her now, and I want to stay a bit longer.
“A bit longer” ends up being over an hour. When I step inside the apartment I’ve rented that’s only a few blocks away, it’s one thirty in the morning. I throw my jacket on the back of the kitchen chair and head to the fridge, grabbing some leftovers to heat up. While the bowl of mac and cheese spins in the microwave, I pull out my phone and navigate to a familiar site hidden on the dark web, entering my login credentials. Normal people browse soc
