
For two years, there was a stranger living at the edges of my life.
He wasn’t someone I knew. I never dated him. I never had a friendship with him. To this day, I don’t even know for certain where he first saw me. The police believed he probably followed me home from somewhere—a work event, a social gathering, a night out—but nobody was ever able to determine exactly when I first entered his orbit.
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