One week since someone had stood right outside my window, since a photo of Caleb and me kissing landed in my messages. One week of holding my breath, braced for whatever came next.The police still had nothing. No leads, no suspects, no evidence. And the stalker had gone completely silent.That silence felt worse than all the messages combined. It hung in the air like a threat, thick and heavy, as if whoever was behind this was just biding their time, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.“We need to increase security,” Caleb said, standing in my kitchen with his arms crossed tight over his chest, his face serious and strained. “I’m hiring a private firm. 24/7 protection for you and Evan.”“Isn’t that extreme?” I asked, my voice coming out smaller than I wanted.“Someone photographed us on your doorstep. Someone was outside your window, and they know exactly where you live.” His eyes met mine, intense and protective. “No, Lena. It’s not extreme. It’s necessary.”I couldn
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