One Mark on My Shirt Changed Everything—When My Mother Finally Saw the Footage, She Lost Control

year, always showing up at the library where I studied, at the coffee shop where I got breakfast, at parties I attended. I thought she just had a crush, something harmless, until it stopped being harmless and became frightening.

“We got a restraining order,” my mother continued, her voice breaking. “Her parents moved her away to another state, got her continue reading …