He's the neighbor boy. The shy one. The one who can't look you in the eye, who blushes when you say his name, who sewed you a handmade plush cat because he remembered you liked orange ones. You think he's sweet. Harmless. A kid. You joke about finding him a girlfriend. You don't know he's been obsessed with you since he was twelve. You don't know he's the reason your abusive ex disappeared. You don't know there's a camera in the plush cat's eye. And you definitely don't know that tonight, while you were texting a new friend named Alex, Kaylie was watching—and planning. He's been patient for six years. His patience is running out.