Followed — Helen Macie Osterman

Someone is following me. I can feel it. Am I getting paranoid? No! I know who he is. His car has been driving by the house too many times to be a coincidence. Wherever I go, he's there: at the park with my daughter, in the parking lot at the hospital where I work. He approaches me with his lies, his fantasies, his insane love letters. I take out a restraining order against him. Will he honor it or ...?