It’s been four months since she found me in that dark alley, and I still can’t get her out of my head. The need to know she’s safe consumes me. It’s more than an obsession—it’s a primal urge. One that must be obeyed or I’m going to lose my shit. Something that started as quick checkups every couple of weeks, has now turned into hours-long sessions of just watching her. Keeping my eyes on her, because nothing can touch her on my watch. Nothing can harm her when I’m near.
