RENEE
Robert sent me gifts again.
This time, a sizable flower bouquet, an expensive Richart Chocolate box, and a little note were included in the delivery.
In the note, he’d written that he missed me, and surprisingly, just like Nicole had predicted some days back, he’d sent the remaining numbers.
Four numbers, to be precise, and they were written on the back of the card he’d sent, and I couldn’t help but wonder again what this man was up to.
If he was in Orlando, then why hadn’t he approached me yet?
He knew my location. He knew where I worked too. So why this cat-and-mouse game?
Was he afraid that I would lash out at him should he come near, and so he’d chosen to either watch me from afar or taunt me like this?