“Look, Megan,” she said.

“I read the harassment notice Reed left on your porch.”

I set the kettle on the stove without lighting the gas.

“Did you come to tell me to stop?” I asked.

“Are you going to tell me I’m losing my mind again?”

My fingers went to my left collarbone, pressing the thin ridge of bone.

Sarah didn’t look up, but her thumb went still on the screen.

“Look,” she said.