I stopped at the door and read the text message from the unknown number: Back off or you’ll regret the choice to stay with him. Go away. – I texted. A few seconds later, I received a picture of Carol and Scott from this morning. Scott held a glass door open for Carol as they walked into the news station. Chills raced across my skin. My stomach tightened from concern for my family. Anger built within me at whoever stalked them. I called the number, but no one answered. I...
