She heard him stop behind her. “You can see that?”
He backed away. The woman he thought he knew was dissolving, and in her place was someone else entirely. Someone who had been watching him for a very long time.
And that’s when he knew he had to run. tatum christine obsessive
Tatum’s hand tightened around her mug. “That’s awful, baby. I hope you find it.”
He bolted for the door, but Tatum Christine didn’t chase him. She simply walked back to his closet, picked up the grey hoodie, and pressed it to her cheek one more time. She heard him stop behind her
“Get out of my closet.” His voice was quiet, but hard. “Why are you here?”
Within a month, they were inseparable. To Elias, Tatum was a miracle: a woman who understood his need for solitude, who never asked for too much, who always had a spare charger for his laptop or his favorite brand of ginger tea. She was perfect. And that was the first clue he missed. Someone who had been watching him for a very long time
“I have a key.”