Stories come true
I’d been watching her for weeks, keeping track of her routine. She was such a creature of habit. I quickly came to know what time she rose in the morning and how long it took her to shower. I knew that she’d usually skip breakfast during the week, but on weekends she’d have a well rounded plate of bacon, toast, scrambled eggs with cheese, and some fruit, usually some sort of melon. It took her 33 minutes to get to work, but only 28 to get back home. I could continue, but I’m sure you get the point. I knew her well. Likely better than she even knew her own self. She never caught on to my purpose before all was revealed, though she did look around a time or two as if she sensed …