“My sensible self kept screaming to stop playing with fire.”
* * *
Just as I was about to leave my apartment and head over to the Union, Sid’s number showed up on my caller ID.
“Hey, Sid. What’s up?”
“Julia, a weird note was left on my car. I noticed it as I was leaving the apartment earlier today and thought you might know what it was about,” she explained.
Oh s**t. Is he trying to get to me through Sid now? I hope he never found out it was her that helped me leave him.
“What did it say?” I asked.
“It says, ‘You won’t interfere again. You can’t take her from me this time.’ Julia, I’m worried. Is this who I think it is?” she asked, with concern etched in every syllable.
“God, I hope not, Sid. Damn it.” I stayed quiet for a long moment. “Sid, I’m actually running late right now. But
