Chapter Twenty-Six
The daybefore Jeff left me, I was at the farmers market picking out fresh fruits and vegetables. I picked up a juicy Gala apple and my phone dinged. I placed the apple in my basket and pulled my phone out of my pocket. There was a text message from an unknownnumber.
Text: Why are youhere?
Me: Who isthis?
Text: Answer thequestion.
Me: Um…why am Iwhere?
Text: At themarket.
Me: Who are you? You’re watchingme?
I started to frantically look around at the crowds but no one stuck out to me and very few people seemed to be actively on theirphone.
Text: Just answer myquestion.
Me: I’m gettingfruit.
Text: Do you love yourhusband?
I looked down at my weddingband.
Me: Please, who is this? It’s notfunny.
Text: You should pay for your things and go back to yourcar.
At this point, I was so frightened, I didn’t know what to do. I dropped the basket on the counter and rushed apologies as I ran toward my car. I kept looking in all different directions trying to make sure someone wasn’t followingme.
I got into my car and locked the doors, lookingaround.
Text: Why are youscared?
Me: Please leave mealone.
Text: I can’t dothat.
Me:Why?
Text: Because you belong to me. And even after you leave, you will still bemine.
I put my car in drive and ignored the texts. I drove home as fast as I could. When I pulled into the driveway, I waited to get out. I peered down the street in both directions and checked my rearview mirror. I got out of the car and into my house in record time, locking the doors behind me. I went into the kitchen and living room, checking all the windows and the patio doors. Everything was locked. I sat there, heart pounding, hands gripped around my phone.Ding.
Text: Welcomehome.
My throat immediately went dry. I looked up and saw Jeff standing there in the door frame, smiling. No. Smirking. He wassmirking.
“It was you?” I asked indisbelief.
“I need you to understand something, Delilah,” he said, putting the phone in hispocket.
I gulped as hard as I could. He shifted from one foot to the other. I couldn’t place the look on his face, what it was, what was behind it. I was shaking,waiting.
“You belong to me, Delilah. Do you understand that? I need you to understand that even if I’m not here, you still belong to me. I need you to understand that no matter where you go or what you do, I will know about it. I will keep my eyes on you,” he said. His voice was so stiff, sorigid.
“I understand,” Isaid.