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Chapter 19: A stalker's obsession

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The invitation came on a Thursday. A real invitation. Cream-colored paper. Gold embossed lettering. Hand-delivered to the bookstore while I was at lunch.

I found it on the counter when I got back. My name written across the front in elegant script.

Inside was a single line.

You're invited to the Russo Gallery Opening. Friday, 8 PM. I'll be waiting.

I felt sick.

I called Mason immediately.

"He sent me an invitation," I said. "To a gallery opening. He's not hiding anymore."

"Don't go."

"I'm not g
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    The invitation came on a Thursday. A real invitation. Cream-colored paper. Gold embossed lettering. Hand-delivered to the bookstore while I was at lunch.I found it on the counter when I got back. My name written across the front in elegant script.Inside was a single line.You're invited to the Russo Gallery Opening. Friday, 8 PM. I'll be waiting.I felt sick.I called Mason immediately."He sent me an invitation," I said. "To a gallery opening. He's not hiding anymore.""Don't go.""I'm not going to.""Good.""But—""Lucy. Don't."I took a breath. "I'm not going. But this changes things. He's not just lurking anymore. He's putting himself out there. He wants to be seen.""I know." His voice was tight. "I'll have someone there. Watching.""Okay."We hung up. I stared at the invitation.Vincent was escalating. And this time, he wasn't hiding.Sloane called later. "Liam showed me the invitation," she said. "Did you tell Mason?""Yes. And he said I shouldn't go""Good." She paused. "But

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