NICOLE

My hands are clasped in front of me as I listen to Roman and the detective talking by the door.

I keep thinking back to the moment when I made eye contact with the faceless stalker. God, it makes me cold to the bone. The detective, a very kind and helpful man, took all the information we could give him. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. We couldn't see a face and we have no idea who it could be.

I do have an idea, but it would be too crazy to utter, so I decided to keep my mouth shut ...