“While Cleaning Like He Demanded, I Found Something Inside His Ficus That Made My Blood Run Cold”

entering the grocery store, meeting friends for coffee. Photos taken with a telephoto lens by someone who had been watching me for months, maybe years. The timestamps showed these were taken when Rick claimed to be at work.

But I wasn’t his only subject. There were photos of Angel near her Portland apartment, her workplace, the coffee shop where she continue reading …