What I Thought Was a Stalker Turned Out to Be Something Far More Personal
It started with the tiniest disruptions — things so subtle they were easy to dismiss. A hallway light glowing when I was certain I’d turned it off. A door left open just enough to make me pause. At night, I’d stir awake to the softest thumps downstairs, the kind of cautious movements a person makes …
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