I am very much in demand when I wake up. My phone full of messages from a few, more or less professional, journalists. They want to know everything about Andrea’s and my assault. I decided to call her because I’m worried. She was pretty shaken up last night, she doesn’t need this!
“Hello? Rachel? Are you also being harassed by all those journalists? I can’t believe how many notifications I have on my phone…”
“Yeah… I don’t understand, wasn’t the street empty?! They have eyes everywhere… And how did they get our personal phone numbers?”
“I don’t understand either… Whatever, we’re going to have to change numbers now… Do you think it’s the letter writer?”
“Maybe, it’s another type of psychological pressure… Well… I have to go to work, but keep me posted… Take care.”
Andrea
