She knows I am watching her now.
The note, the phone call and the photograph have her worried, and I am feeding off her reactions.
Tonight was fun. Unplanned, but fun. An attack on the lodger in the garden, it was inspired. The broken glass, the drama, and the look on Olivia’s face. Knowing that her lodger is jittery and will probably be nervous about being alone, it’s something else for her to worry about.
The silly bitch hasn’t figured it out yet, but give her time and eventually she will.
That infuriates me, you know, finding out just how insignificant you were to her. But I will make her remember, I will make her regret, and I will make sure that you are the last person she is thinking about before she dies.
