Addie’s great-grandmother could’ve just been seeing what she wanted to see, and he really did kill her. Or maybe her husband caught her having an affair and flew into a fit of rage. Both possibilities are equally likely, just as it’s likely that whatever shit her stalker got mixed up in could’ve bitten him in the ass. And bite they did—right where it would’ ve hurt him most. His obsession. After I poked through the diary, I became curious and looked deeper into her great-grandmother’s story. The pull of history repeating itself was too intriguing. The crime scene was trampled over, and the detectives handling the case were complete imbeciles. ADDIE: Not yet. But I’m going to find it. And [’ll be proven right. All stalkers are just fucking psychotic freaks. I purse my lips, a smile threatening to take over. I'll let her stew on her response for a few minutes. Let her think she pissed me off or hurt me. Whatever she’s convinced herself my reaction would be. She thinks she knows me already, but my little mouse couldn’t be further from the truth. I stalk her because I’m fucking addicted. I’m fascinated with every move she makes, every word that comes from her pretty pink mouth. And now I’m addicted to her scent, her taste, and the way she sounds when she’s scared for her life—just as much as I’m addicted to the way she sounds when she’s begging for more. It’s not something I can explain. When I saw her, I fucking nearly fell to my knees with need, and I wil/ have her. But not because I’m psychotic and delusional. I’m not going to make a goddamn shrine of her and convince myself that we were destined to be together by the gods or whatever weird shit people believe in these days. I'll have her because she’s the first thing that made me feel something good in so long, and I’ve become obsessed with keeping it. I don’t have very many something goods in my life, and I don’t care if it makes me selfish for wanting to hold on to it. The only way I’Il be able to truly keep her is if she sees me at my worst. I would rather just off myself than trick Addie into loving me as a good man, just to break both of our hearts when she realizes I’m not a good man at all. So, my obsession with her is just... 1s what it is. ME: Well, that’s pretty judgy, don’t ya think? Your great-grandmother loved her stalker last time I checked. She’s going to be pissed when she sees that I snooped through her greatgrandmother’s diaries.