Page 83 of David's Love

I don’t do anything else, so we can wrap up our conversation before I veer the car away.

“So what exactly happened?”

I give her enough information to make my story plausible.

“Who would’ve thought that you were right?”

“What?” I ask distractedly.

“You know. The creepy feeling.”

“Yeah, yeah. Honestly, I wish I was wrong. He scared the shit out of me. Anyway, I’m glad it’s over.”

“Can they charge him with anything?”

I look in the rearview mirror, thinking about an answer.

“I don’t know. The, um, officer said he would never trouble me again. I don’t know what that means, but it must be good.”

I move my eyes to her. She holds my gaze, searching my eyes a little suspiciously.

“Did you file a police report?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

I’m not very good at lying, and she might’ve just noticed that, but she doesn’t press on.

“So you’re sure about that? He won’t be harassing you anymore?”

I shake my head.

“No, he won’t.”

“Okay. I’m sorry to hear you’re no longer working at Maggie’s,” she says, the glint of a smile in her eyes. “I don’t know what to say about David Moore. Just watch out. He has a way with women,” she jokes.

“No worries. Okay. I need to go. I have a ton of things to do. I might stop later to buy some new clothes. Maggie was gracious enough to let me go effective immediately so I can start my newjob, and I want to help her out by spending some money in her store.”

“Don’t worry about her. She’s doing fine.”

We end the call, and I set my phone in the cup holder before reaching inside my backpack and fishing out a piece of paper.

All the information I have gathered about David is here.

I don’t know if this is the right time to start digging into his past. Our dynamic just shifted. And we’re so happy. But this might be my only chance to do this before becoming his shadow.

I slide the piece of paper into my pocket and look outside.

The weather is changing.

They said it would snow in the afternoon, and the gray sky agrees with the forecast.

At least, there’s no Keith.

I’m not afraid of seeing him again. Although I have no desire to run into him again.

My stupid luck to have that experience with him. I deleted my account on that platform, hoping that none of my pictures and recordings made it online.

David told me not to worry about them.

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