Webb
She eats telling us about her trip to New York. I wait to bring up the picture subject until she’s finished considering how much weight she’s lost.
“Sofie who sent you pictures of Andrea hanging on me at the party? Was it her?” She gets quiet and looks down at her lap.
“That’s the other reason I came here tonight. I was afraid to be alone. He’s….he’s back. Started texting me last Sunday again.” She looks terrified and I clench my fists.
“What did he send you?”
She grabs her phone and unlocks it. She shows us a photo series first. “That was under my door Wednesday night.”
I look at her in alarm. Then she opens the text feed. He’s coming on stronger. If he touches her….Her voice brings me out of my murderous thoughts. “The detective today told me about some things to help me li
