She started asking about me .
Things escalated fast. She started showing up at places she knew I’d be—the coffee shop near my work, the gas station by my apartment. At first, I told myself it was coincidence. Then she sent me a photo of my car in the parking lot with a winky face. phatassedangel69 - best friends obsessive sister
Turns out, I wasn’t special. I was just the latest target in a long pattern of her obsessive need to be chosen over anyone her brother loved. She started asking about me