Matio Rodriguez
The distance I kept was starting to feel like its own kind of punishment.
Not for her.
For me.
Every time Sara walked past me with those soft, uncertain steps or looked at me with questions she didn't voice, I felt something
tight twist inside my chest. Something I forced myself to ignore.
Samir's voice kept echoing:
"You're acting like she's yours."
"You forgot why you married her."
"This is dangerous, Matio. For both of you."
Dangerous.
Right.
And that's exactly why I had spent the last three days practically glued to the apartment's surveillance feeds — because danger was
already inside.
The stalker's note kept replaying in my mind:
I SAW YOU.
I didn't know what he saw.
I didn't know what he wanted.
But I knew one thing:
He wanted her.
And that alon
