Nina
That night, the anonymous poster who referred to himself as “K” sent me his information. He was located a few hours away from me and seemed eager to make the drive to meet up. We’d meet in a public place, of course, and unbeknownst to K, I would have Luke standing guard across the street if anything went wrong. I knew it was stupid to meet up with strangers from the internet so quickly, but K didn’t know my real name or address, and I’d cover my hair and face with a hat, sunglasses, and a surgical mask.
I didn’t tell anyone that I would be going to meet K except for Luke, and even with Luke I kept the information vague.
“I’m meeting up with an internet friend in a couple of days,” I said on the morning of the next day as I walked to get breakfast at the dining hall. “I want you to
