RENEE
Robert sent me gifts again.
This time the delivery included a sizable flower bouquet, an expensive Richart Chocolate box, and another note.
In the note, he wrote that he missed me. And as Nicole had predicted, he sent the remaining numbers.
To be precise, four numbers were written on the back of the card he’d sent, and I couldn’t help but wonder again what this man was up to.
If he was in Orlando, why hadn’t he approached me yet?
He knew my location. He knew where I worked. So why this cat-and-mouse game?
Was he afraid I’d lash out at him? Is that why he’d chosen to watch me from afar or taunt me like this?
Yes! I’d lash out at him for being a creep and watching me like he had some power over me. He’d also turned me into an emotional jumble. But then…
“Oh, Christ.” I mumb
