Two Years Later
Leah's POV
I swear to God if that witch doesn't leave me alone I'm calling Wade Blackwood!
Martha Turner was haunting me like a ghost bent on revenge. She had spent her year in the psych ward, exemplifying all the signs of a woman who had slain her demons. The doctor's all signed off on her release, with the requirement she continue out-patient treatment for another year. Which from what we could learn, she was doing.
What she wasn't doing, was fully respecting the restraining order. While she had not overtly breached the order, she was skirting it. She stayed the five hundred yards away from me, but made her presence at five hundred and one yards known. She would call from unknown numbers which automatically went to voice mail, leaving just the sound of breathing, bef
