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Sara
True to his word, Peter is there when I get home from work that day, and I’m so tired and stressed that I’m tempted to just give in and eat the dinner he made—a savory-smelling rice pilaf with mushrooms and peas. But I can’t. I can’t keep playing along with this madness, acting as though this is somehow normal.
If my stalker is not going to leave me alone, there’s no point in my compliance. I might as well make things as difficult for him as I can.
Ignoring the table he set, I go upstairs while he’s pouring us wine. Entering the bedroom, I lock the door and go into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face.
I’ve tried everything except outright resistance, and I’m desperate enough to try that.
Face freshly washed, I come out and sit down on the bed, waiting to see what’s g
