Song rec'd: Burn — David Kushner.
Breathe Again — Joy Oladokun.
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"What's this?" He asked, throwing the papers in his hands onto the table.
I gasped as my eyes caught a clearly positioned and edited picture of Alan and I at the restaurant. One when we were at the table and the highlight of it all — when he kissed me. The very moment it happened — the one I didn't want anyone to see. I tried to search for copies of when I resisted him at least, anything but there was nothing in the parcel.
"H-how did you get this?" I stuttered, looking back at his bloodshot eyes.
"Does that even matter?" He ran his hands through his hair. "F*ck." He cursed.
I glanced at the picture again, my head spinning and I couldn't come up with a plausible explanation. Alan probably had this captured and sent it to him, but it felt strange that he had access to something so private. He couldn't have been following me, could he?
