The first time she saw him, she convinced herself she must have been paranoid. It was a Thursday afternoon and they were outside the Harlow Institute ,a man across the street in a dark coat, standing completely still amongst the crowd of people who were moving on the pavement. She only looked at him once and then away and when she looked back he had disappeared, and she thought to herself: you are pregnant, reading a murder journal and living in a billionaire's apartment as a fake wife. Obviously, you are imagining things. The second time was outside the spa she had started going to and she usually went there on Friday mornings, it was a small, quiet place in the West Village which Professor Delacroix had recommended where nobody knew who her husband was and the massage therapist had the g
