Obsessed 2

Chapter 12

A heavy silence fell between them as they both processed the implications. The more they uncovered, the more it felt like they were dealing with a ghost—a shadow that had lingered on the edges of their lives, waiting to strike.
"What do we do now?" Y/N asked, her voice steady but laced with concern. "We can't just sit around and wait for her to make the next move."
Sharon nodded, her resolve hardening. "No, we can't. We need to take control of the situation. I think the first step is to dig deeper into Samantha's background, see if there's any evidence linking her to Lisa. If we can prove they're the same person, the police will have more to go on."
"I can help with that," Y/N offered. "I still have some contacts who might be able to pull up records, see if there's anything suspicious in Samantha's past."
"That would be great," Sharon said, feeling a surge of gratitude. "And in the meantime, I'll talk to Derek. Maybe he remembers something about Lisa that we can use. We need to be prepared for anything."
They spent the next hour going over their plan, discussing every possible angle and contingency. Sharon was struck by how quickly she and Y/N had become a team, their shared experiences binding them together in a way she hadn't anticipated. It was comforting to have someone who understood the stakes, who wasn't afraid to face the darkness with her.
As they wrapped up their conversation, Y/N reached across the table to take Sharon's hand, her grip firm and reassuring. "We're going to get through this, Sharon. We're not going to let her win."
Sharon squeezed her hand in return, a small smile playing on her lips. "I know we will. Thank you, Y/N. I don't know what I would do without you."
"You don't have to do anything alone," Y/N replied, her voice soft but full of conviction. "I'm here, no matter what."
After Y/N left, Sharon sat in the quiet of the living room, her mind buzzing with everything they had discussed. The fear that had been gnawing at her for days was still there, but it was tempered by a newfound sense of control. She wasn't going to let Lisa—or Samantha, or whoever she was—dictate her life. This time, Sharon was ready to fight back.
As the day wore on, Sharon found herself checking her phone more often than usual, waiting for updates from Y/N. She was anxious to move forward, to find the evidence they needed to take Lisa down for good. But the waiting, the uncertainty, was the hardest part. Every minute felt like an eternity, the weight of anticipation pressing down on her.
It was late afternoon when her phone finally buzzed with a message from Y/N.
Y/N: "Got some info. It's not much, but it's a start. Meet up later to discuss?"
Sharon's heart skipped a beat. She quickly replied, agreeing to meet at a café near her house. As she grabbed her keys and headed out the door, a strange sense of calm settled over her. The storm was coming, but Sharon was no longer afraid. She was ready to face whatever came next, and with Y/N by her side, she knew she wouldn't be facing it alone.