He’s there.

Always watching, always listening, always there. I see him lurking around the corner of the cafe, as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing is wrong.

He knows who I am; Megan Alana Fitzpatrick, 34 years old. I know he knows, because he’s sent me letters. Or slipped them under my door in an instance of trespassing in my yard, and up to my home. The house that is, or was, my safe haven. N...

I watched as she walked toward the train. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. People had left more times than they’ve stayed, but this feeling was new. This feeling was real.

As I think back on what had transpired over the last 24 hours, I cringed. Never before had the entire universe aligned so unfortunately well, I’m sure it was some kind of record. But this one wasn’t for the books, be...

We’re still waiting

But so far it’s been fruitless

Your own guilty conscience

Makes a terrible witness

To do what you’ve done

And make no restitution

Is the act of a coward

Not a good hearted person

And when you awaken

In a rough, cold, damp sweat

Think of my face, her face

Your face, And regret

Make good with yourself

And maybe Him too,

But me, I still see

Just a man with no clue...

Being the oldest isn’t easy. I didn’t have these kids, why am I the one taking care of them? I didn’t ask for this, and I am certainly not getting paid for it. Pfft, I can’t imagine my parents paying anyone, let alone me. I’m just Anna. Anna who will do anything that’s asked of her; Anna that will quietly do what she’s told when she’s told, without making a fuss.

That stops today.

If they want ...