You don’t know when it started— when he started to come around more —but you knew you should’ve stopped it before it went too far.

Now, he was making appearances at your apartment building; forcing his way into your home under the guise of fixing it for you.

He fixed your sink, repaired the tiles in your bathroom, set up security cameras— he was like a handyman that you didn’t pay —and one you never asked for.

“Fixed your windows today.” His voice is do, just like always as you walk into your living room. He’s always the first thing you hear or see when you arrive home, even though you were certain you locked the front door.

You think he may have had a key to your house. “They weren’t latching properly— you should’ve told me.” There’s some irritation in his voice, but you had never been good at determining his emotions.