I had hoped that the chaos in my life would somehow subside, but the next morning, I was met with yet another unsettling surprise. As I retrieved the mail from my mailbox, a white envelope with an official-looking seal caught my eye. I tore it open, my heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and dread.
Inside, I found a legal document—a protective order. My eyes widened as I read the words on the page, bile rose up my throat and I had to shove away the urge to vomit. The order stated that I was prohibited from approaching Stella within a certain distance.
I was being labeled as an "aggravated stalker."
I clenched my fists, a mixture of disbelief and anger coursing through me. How had it come to this? Stella had taken this step to further distance herself from me for something I had no ha
