Caylee
I had to go ask my neighbors for photos of my door. I took a picture of the stack of cards. One thing my parents always stressed is you have to have the evidence. Luckily, one of the nice girls across the hall took a photo in case I didn’t get to see it. I threw it all away. Didn’t even read any of it.
Over the next two days, it continued. With florists showing up and me ignoring them. They would leave them outside. On the second day, he sent five bouquets of flowers. Cards and photos taped to my door again. Deciding I shouldn't ignore this or keep it to myself, I called Dad. He answers, his happy smile filling the screen.
“Hey baby girl. Everything alright?”
“Hey Dad. I need to send you some photos. Joey’s been trying to win me back and it’s not bad yet but I want you guys to k
