I noticed a guy watching me
today. He looked like at me like he
recognized me.
I was walking along the
lakefront, trying to calm my churning mind.
He was walking the other way.
When he saw me, his eyes
went wide. His mouth moved like he was
going to say something to me, but he just walked away.
I didn’t tell anyone
about him. Not Bella, not Dave.
Something about him,
something about the dark circles under his eyes, and the way his shoulders
seemed to slump with defeat and exhaustion, told me that he was more victim than
threat.
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