Obsessed 2

Chapter 15

The next morning, Sharon awoke with a clear mind and a focused heart. She had slept surprisingly well, her dreams less haunted by the specter of Lisa, though a lingering unease still gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. It was as if her mind was warning her to stay alert, to not let her guard down even for a moment.
Sharon moved through her morning routine with purpose, her thoughts centered on the steps she needed to take that day. The first task was to speak with Detective Harris, the officer who had been handling the recent reports of suspicious activity around her neighborhood. Sharon knew that this new information could be a game-changer, and she hoped that Harris would take her seriously.
As she sipped her coffee, Sharon heard footsteps on the stairs. Kyle appeared in the doorway, still groggy from sleep, but with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"Morning, Mom," he greeted, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and pouring himself some orange juice.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Sharon replied, smiling softly. "Did you sleep okay?"
Kyle shrugged, taking a seat at the kitchen island. "Yeah, I guess. I was thinking about what we talked about last night, though. It's a lot to take in."
Sharon nodded, understanding the weight of what she had revealed to her son. "I know it is. I'm sorry you have to deal with this, Kyle, but I want you to know that I'm doing everything I can to keep you safe. We're going to get through this together."
Kyle met her gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. "I believe you, Mom. I just wish there was more I could do to help."
"You're already helping," Sharon assured him, reaching across the island to place a hand on his. "Just knowing that you're here, supporting me, means more than you know."
Kyle squeezed her hand, offering a small, reassuring smile. "I'm always here for you, Mom."
Sharon felt a swell of pride and love for her son. He had grown into such a thoughtful, strong young man, and she was grateful for the bond they shared. But she also knew that she needed to protect him from the full extent of the danger they were facing. There were some things he didn't need to know, at least not yet.
"I'm going to talk to the police today," Sharon said, changing the subject slightly. "I think we might have a lead on what's been happening, but I want to keep it between us for now. The fewer people who know, the better."
Kyle nodded, respecting her decision. "Okay. Just promise me you'll be careful."
"I promise," Sharon said, her voice firm. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep us safe."
After breakfast, Sharon called Detective Harris and arranged to meet him at the police station later that morning. She felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety as she drove to the station, the weight of what she was about to reveal pressing heavily on her shoulders.
When she arrived, Harris greeted her with a professional but warm demeanor, ushering her into a small, private office. Sharon appreciated the privacy, knowing that what she was about to share needed to be handled delicately.
"Thanks for coming in, Mrs. Charles," Harris began, taking a seat across from her. "You mentioned on the phone that you had some new information related to your case?"
"Yes," Sharon replied, handing over the papers that Y/N had given her the night before. "I think you'll find this interesting. It's about a woman named Samantha Kingsley. I believe she might be connected to the person who's been stalking me."
Harris took the papers, scanning them with a furrowed brow. As he read, Sharon watched his expression shift from curiosity to concern. He looked up at her, his eyes sharp with focus.
"This is disturbing," he said, his tone serious. "If what you're suggesting is true, then this woman—Samantha—could be incredibly dangerous."
"I know it sounds far-fetched," Sharon admitted, "but I've been through this before. Almost seventeen years ago, a woman named Lisa Sheridan became obsessed with my ex-husband and tried to destroy our lives. She was... unhinged. We thought she was dead, but now I'm not so sure."
Harris nodded, clearly taking her words seriously. "And you believe this Samantha is actually Lisa?"
"I do," Sharon said, her voice steady. "The behavior, the obsession—it all matches. I don't think it's a coincidence. She's come back to finish what she started."
Harris leaned back in his chair, considering the implications. "If you're right, we need to act quickly. We can start by looking into Samantha's background, see if we can find any concrete links to Lisa Sheridan. We'll also need to increase patrols around your neighborhood, make sure you're protected."
"Thank you, Detective," Sharon said, relief washing over her. "I just want this to end, once and for all."
"We'll do everything we can," Harris assured her, standing up and extending his hand. "In the meantime, I recommend being extra cautious. Keep your doors locked, stay aware of your surroundings, and don't hesitate to call us if anything seems off."
Sharon shook his hand, feeling a sense of gratitude for his support. "I will. Thank you again."