A Stranger Grabbed My Wrist on a Dark Street – His Next Sentence Made My Knees Buckle

I just stared at him, pulse roaring in my ears, every nerve screaming to get inside. Lily’s fingers curled into my jacket as if she could feel it too.

“Don’t,” I said, keeping my voice low and firm. “You’re not supposed to be here, Frank.”

His face shifted as if he hadn’t expected pushback.

“I just want to talk. You’ve been ignoring me.”

“You’ve been following me,” I snapped, louder than I meant to. “That’s not trying to talk.

That’s stalking.”

His mouth twitched. “Stalking?” he repeated, almost scoffing. “I’m her father.”

“No.

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