He appeared to have known who I was before walking toward my table.
His questions about my life no longer seemed innocent.
Even his attention
and compliments now felt calculated.
The realization was devastating.
I had spent my birthday believing that a stranger had noticed me at precisely the moment I felt invisible to everyone else.
Instead, it appeared that I had been selected deliberately.
Someone Close to Me Knew About the Safe
The missing key made the situation even more disturbing.
Daniel could have searched my handbag while I slept, but finding a random key would not automatically tell him where to use it.
Someone had apparently given him information.
Someone knew where I
lived.
Someone knew about the safe.
Someone knew what was stored inside it.
And only a very small number of people possessed that information.
The photograph on my table suggested the answer might be closer to me than I ever could have imagined.
