Amelia couldn't quite get the discomfort out of her head after reading that file. The pages had burned themselves into her mind, every sentence too sharp to outrun. Watching her favorite hangouts. Times and dates she'd gone out. Even tiny things, whether she twirled her hair around her finger when nervous, or whether she gnawed on the end of a pen when she was reading.

It hadn't been known. It had been seeing.

She had stayed awake all night, looking at the ceiling, her thoughts in circles she ...