Lila’s POV
I was not just going to sit in my bedroom like a scared little girl while some creep takes photos of me through the windows. That wasn't who I was, and it wasn't who my mother raised me to be.
Sitting under the covers and crying wasn't going to make the stalker disappear, so holding this heavy silver golf club in my hands actually made me feel a lot better. It gave me a sense of control when my entire life felt like a chaotic mess.
Every time my sneakers padded against the rug, I squeezed the rubber grip of the seven-iron a little tighter. I kept my eyes pinned on the large glass doors, watching the dark shift in the east garden.
"Just try it," I muttered under my breath, lifting the club slightly as I paced back and forth. "Come back to this house. See what happens."
"Lil
