My mom never liked my wife. On my wedding day, she even cried, “She’s not the one for you!”
I told her she’d learn to love Danika eventually. Two years after the wedding, my mom passed away.
While clearing her house, I found something shocking under her bed — my wife’s old college diary. Danika always said she lost it years ago. Curious, I opened it.
The early pages were harmless, but soon the tone changed. She wrote about an ex named Vaughn, a man who pressured her, threatened her, and pulled her into dangerous situations. One entry froze me:
“I think someone’s following me. I don’t feel safe. If this ever gets out, I don’t know what will happen.”
