Rebecca’s story

Somehow, I had no choice but to take Emily’s hand and walk out of the restaurant. First stop was my car. This man was causing me anxiety, and I barely started the car. It was clear he was following me. I still hadn’t even gotten over the episode in the woods near the set where Dominic was shooting.

Out of fear, I didn’t return home to my apartment but to Dominic’s house. Luckily, he was there. I almost slammed the door when I walked in.

“Rebecca?” He asked ...