_ The Stalker _
"s**t!"
I let out a huge sigh of relief.
It's Dalia, her head covered in a huge black hoodie.
She just walked out of the kitchen and is standing behind the couch, holding a cup of coffee.
"Dee?"
She looks up at me sadly and tosses herself on the couch.
"Surprise! Surprise!"
"You scared the hell out of me!" I yell at her. "How the hell did you get in here?"
Dee rolls her eyes. "I have your spare key. Remember?"
Oh! How quick I forget.
"And... What are you doing here? You drove all the way?"
I ask her, sitting beside her on the couch.
She sips the coffee. "I took the train."
Dee looks nothing like herself.
I wonder what's bothering her.
You can see that her eyes are red and puffy, like she has been crying non-stop.
"Tell me what's up!"
She clears her throat
