The same growl sounds from Ethan as I step around him, but I don’t know why. If you asked me a week ago, I would’ve said he’s angry that I’m not taking his name. Now, I’m not so sure. We’re together, yet not married, but he’s also going out to lunch with a woman his entire family wants him to marry.
There’s a thin line somewhere that I can’t see anymore.
So, I step forward and point at the box containing my lost, stolen, bra.
“I’ve been receiving strange gifts, each one worse than the last, for the past few weeks,” I tell them, holding my hand out to Ethan. Silently, he sets his unlocked phone in my hand, the images already on screen. “I believe I have a stalker, and I want you to open an investigation to catch and stop them.”
“How long have these gifts been showing up?”
“For two
