"You sure it's not something else?" she asked.
I froze for a split second, hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Like what?" I replied innocently.
"Oh, I don't know," she said casually, too casually. "Maybe a stalker that you forgot to mention to the group. One that leaves teddy bears with pocket knives stabbed through their chests on the front porch. Along with notes that say things like 'You'll be mine forever. You can never leave me. I'm always watching you.' That kind of thing."
"Sh.it," I muttered.
"Yeah, sh.it," she repeated incredulously. "Imagine my fu.cking surprise when I came home to see that on the front porch. Fu.cking wild. I was terrified."
I gave her a flat look.
"Were you?" I mumbled.
"No, I'm never scared, but you should be," she replied. "That was no joke, Nadine. How lon
