“Anyway,” Greg said more calmly. “I kept giving her chances. You know? I sent her texts and pictures as her stalker, and I was sorry to scare her so bad, but all I wanted was for her to let me hold her. Comfort her. Take her to bed. But she never let me touch her, f*****g not once. No matter how scared she was, no matter how hard I tried to get her to see me as someone to turn to, she just didn’t.” He shrugged again. “You can only give a skank so many chances, right?”
Olivia thought back to the texts at the very beginning of this whole nightmare. Yes, they had been offensive, but not s****l or even very aggressive. More… bitchy, almost. There had been a short reprieve, and then suddenly, they’d just started up again. She recalled that this was when the name-calling began, when the sender
