ALMA.

The constant worry of being watched consumed my thoughts, making it difficult to focus on calling Carl. Was it Linda? What was she up to this time?

I was plagued with that sense of unease and it refused to leave. It wouldn't go away no matter what I tried, and Alice was there, too, deep in my subconscious and I had to register that she was no threat to me.

It didn't matter if he'd known her for longer, or if she was great at everything. Deep down, I knew that if Carl truly loved me, ...