I’m being watched.

I feel his eyes boring into me, watching my every move. He even changes position to keep me in view as I stand in front of the mirror trying item after item, but after that one adjustment he’s very, very still. Watching. He knows by now that I’m going out, and I’ve said nothing about him joining me. He doesn’t like that. Not at all.

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It’s starting again. She’s going out wit...