Chapter 42

The letter, a haunting reminder of violated intimacy, left Vince and me grappling with a sense of vulnerability. Determined to protect our relationship, we decided to take decisive action. We made our way to the police station, the weight of the evidence clenched in Vince’s hands.

As we entered the station, the atmosphere shifted from the calm of the outside world to the controlled chaos within the precinct. Officers hurriedly shuffled paperwork, radios crackled with updates, and the distant hum of conversations filled the air.

Approaching the front desk, I hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at me. Vince, however, remained resolute, his jaw set with determination.

“We need to report a case of stalking and invasion of privacy,” he said, placing the anonymous letter on the counter.

The officer behind the desk, a stern-faced woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, glanced at the letter before looking up at us. “I’ll get a detective to assist you. Have a seat.”

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