per week to do it.
According to Marcus, the agreement seemed harmless at first glance.
David wanted to know where I was going.
Who I spoke to.
That I was heading towards my father’s old cottage by the lake.
Did I seem confused?
But ultimately, the demands became increasingly worrying.
David wanted photos.
He asked Marcus to take a picture of me while I was buying wine.
Talking to other men.
Exit from the stores.
He seems “disoriented”.
Marcus said he had repeatedly told David that I seemed perfectly normal.
This only made David even more persistent. Writing Tools
Marcus then gave me information that made it impossible for me to ignore his story.
Payment statements.
Private phone number.
Messages from David.
Details that only my husband could have known.
I stopped near the gas station and looked at the teenage girl.
