ROBERT

Was I a creep? A weird stalker? An obsessed man in love with a woman who barely knew it?

Per se, I wasn’t a creep, neither was I weird, but yes, I was stalking Renee, and I was madly obsessed with her too.

As I watched her get into the cab, her eyes darting about in fright, my chest tightened slightly.

I didn’t want her to be afraid of me, and I knew by now she would have the idea that I was sending the gifts.

If she was sharp enough, she would have recognized my cursive ...