“Naomi? Can we please talk?” “About what?” she snaps. I can tell by the closeness of her voice that she’s right on the other side of the door. “About how you’ve been lying to me? Or about how you’ve been stalking me for the last six months?” “I didn’t stalk you,” I say. “And if that’s the reason you’re mad, then I feel like I should remind you that you went to at least three different states to try to find me.”
