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Naomi sits down at her desk, taking a deep breath, before opening her laptop, maybe writing down her thoughts will ease her nerves.
>This has been the third time in just one week
>A brick, thrown through our front porch
>Anon has been contacting the police, over and over, but they haven't got anything, and he doesn't know who it could be.
>I'm not even sure I should be thinking, or even writing this, but...
>I saw her, at that reunion party a few years ago now.
>She looked so...broken, sitting by herself, like nothing had ever changed.
>I wanted to approach, maybe offer an apology, but after everything I've done to her? I couldn't, I didn't have the courage.
>I saw her expression change, when Anon showed up.
>I haven't seen someone that angry in my life, her eyes looked a deep, firey red.
>If I knew how much I caused her by trying to make Anon be with her, I wouldn't have never even thought of it.
>But he's changed now, he's so sweet, caring and gentle.
>I don't think she is angry at me, maybe worried?
>Maybe she thinks I'll end up like her, due to his mistakes.
>the bricks are already terrible, but I can't help but feel watched while I'm in public, or even while I'm writing this.
>The other day, I found a small white feather in the backyard, I didn't tell him.
>I'm not sure how long it will take, but I'm very afraid that she will come here and do whatever she intends to do to my husband, and then to me.