After leaving you to die in the woods a week ago I catch a glimpse of you at your morning job. I stop and stair at you through the windows absolutely flabbergasted and slight enraged. How did you survive? You were on the brink of death. I sit at the restaurant across from your work and wait for you to get off your shift. After your shift I begin stalking you, following you to the dog park then back to your shared Victorian. I sit outside pondering and staring at your room in the attic