Bree's Mother POV
2 days have passed since they told me that the man was on the move. I hoped they caught him and placed him in jail where he belonged. I just hoped that Bree was alright. I went into the kitchen and cut the coffee maker on. Soon, the rich smell made its way around the room. The smell was soothing.
Almost.
I grabbed a mug and carefully filled it, adding creamer as well as a pinch of sugar. Sitting back on the couch I turned on the TV and checked out the news to see if they have found anything but the only story on was about a cat saving a dogs life.
Nothing of my importance.
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Teen FictionHe knew that it was wrong. His unnatural obsession with this girl but he couldn't stop himself. She reminded him of her and he couldn't let go. So everyday it became a daily routine of his. Wake up, get the mail, head out and follow Bree. He meant h...
