I thought I was escaping danger when I got off that train early. The man staring at me made my skin crawl — every instinct screamed to get away. Minutes later, my husband called in a panic, scolding me for not greeting his boss, who had apparently seen me on the train. My blood ran cold when he sent me a photo — it was him, the same man whose eyes had followed me the entire ride. My husband brushed off my fear, saying his boss “just looks that way” and begging me to go back, worried about his promotion. But I refused. Respect isn’t earned by ignoring your own safety.
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