Over the past two days, I’ve learned a few things. She’s done this before. The notebook is filled with names, dates, and entries labeled “JBD” — her personal case files. She calls herself a “collector.” Not of things. Of people. Of their fears.
I believed her.
“You’re number 202,” she said calmly. -JBD-202- I Was Tied Up By My My Neighbor Hana