I used to stand outside your house, when she was home alone, to make sure she was safe. When you were too busy to bother. When you were with Nita.’ Another step closer. ‘You didn’t deserve her.’ ‘Dave, what the fuck. You were her stalker?’ ‘No! I wasn’t a stalker. Someone else followed her home that first night. And after that, I was her lookout. A few nights a week, whenever I wasn’t working. It was the least she deserved.’
Wtaf.
