MY SISTER HUMILIATED MY SON AT THE BARBECUE, SO I CALLED OUT THE TRUTH ABOUT HER OWN KIDS—AND THE ENTIRE TABLE WENT SILENT.
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Chapter 8 / 10
Chapter 8 - The Shadow Threats
They weren't phone calls or emails. They were items left on my doorstep. A broken watch. A dead rose. A photograph of my house with the windows marked in red ink.
I knew it was him. Brian wasn't the type to disappear quietly. He was the type to haunt his own failures.
I installed high-definition security cameras. I changed the locks. I spoke to the local police about a restraining order. They were sympathetic, but without direct physical contact, their hands were tied.
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"He’s playing a game of psychological warfare," my father said, coming over one evening to help me patrol the property. "He wants you to be as miserable as he is."
"He’s not going to win, Dad," I said, gripping a heavy flashlight. "I’ve outsmarted him at every turn."
