The Guest Outside My Window
Language: en
During my lunch break, a coworker leaned over to look at the new watch my husband had given me. "Fiona, why does the screw on the back of this watch look like it’s been messed with?" My stomach dropped. I grabbed a small precision tool from my desk and carefully unscrewed the backplate. Inside was a micro-GPS tracker. My mind raced, flashing back to all the times Jared had called me lately during my shifts, always saying, "I love you, babe," with a strange, frantic intensity. Yet when I came home, he wouldn’t let me near him. I threw the watch into my desk drawer, grabbed my car keys, and…