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until noon when she went to a nearby café a couple of blocks away. She then returned to the bookstore and stayed there until the end of her shift.
    Kyle had cancelled plans to hang out with some high school friends that day just so he could spy on Abby. When his cousins and his mother asked him why he was spending the whole day locked up in his room, Kyle told everyone he was not feeling well. Kyle’s mother was growing more and more concerned with her son’s behavior. She tried again to get him to open up, but Kyle refused to tell her anything. Eventually, everyone left him alone.
    Kyle didn’t leave his bedroom that day, not even to eat. His mother had to bring the food to his room. He took a small break from spying on Abby to take a quick shower, and afterwards was back in front of his laptop refreshing the screen obsessively. In a matter of a few hours, Kyle had gone from being a rational, happy, twenty-one-year-old college student, to being an obsessive stalker with bags under his eyes who reeked of alcohol. His descent into madness had begun.
    That evening, when Kyle saw Abby return to the apartment after her shift at the bookstore, Kyle picked up his phone and texted her.
    Hey. What are you doing tonight?
    Abby replied immediately. Nothing. I’m going to stay in and do some laundry, watch a movie.
    Kyle doubted Abby was going to spend the night just doing laundry, so he kept tracking her phone. About an hour after they exchanged those texts, Abby’s phone began to move. Just like Kyle had suspected, Abby was not going to spend that night alone. She was going to spend it with her lover. Kyle seethed with anger as he refreshed the phone tracking program and saw the green dot on the screen travel uptown.
    With nostrils flaring, Kyle leaned forward on his chair. He white-knuckled his computer desk with one hand while his other hand clicked the mouse repeatedly to refresh the screen. His cold, hard eyes stared at the computer screen and followed the green dot until it stopped somewhere in Midtown Manhattan.
    Kyle pulled up the satellite image of the building where Abby’s phone had stopped at and saw it was a residential apartment building. Kyle did not know anyone who lived there. Like someone desperately trying to wake up from a horrible nightmare, Kyle kept rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair. He wished there was a way he could teleport himself to that building in Midtown Manhattan so he could pummel the face of the asshole who was fucking his girlfriend.
    But there was nothing he could do until he got back to New York. That night, Kyle had no choice but to quench his thirst for revenge with a lot of warm beer while counting the seconds until he was back in the big apple.
    As he clicked the mouse compulsively to refresh the screen, Kyle began to feel paralyzing hatred for the woman he once thought was the love of his life and the future mother of his children. What hurt Kyle the most about the whole thing was the fact that he had been the perfect boyfriend to Abby. He was faithful, attentive, romantic and respectful. And how does Abby repay him? By getting in bed with another man while he is out of town.
    There was no way he was going to forgive or forget her betrayal. Kyle was certain of that. He was also certain that Abby and the guy she was fucking were going to be sorry they ever decided to make a fool out of him. Kyle was known for holding grudges, and he was not going to rest until Abby paid for deceiving and humiliating him. As for the lover, Kyle didn’t care if it landed him in prison, he was going to pulverize that guy’s face for messing with the wrong guy’s girlfriend.
     
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    Back in New York, Brianna was putting the final touches on the Italian dinner she had just prepared.  The special dinner was for Abby who had texted Brianna from a cab a few minutes earlier to say she was a few blocks away. After her rehearsals for the musical, Brianna spent that day making sure