His Broken Little Bird

I moved to a town that doesn't have a cell signal because a man wouldn't leave me alone. Two weeks later I found a barrette I lost in another state on my doormat. The next night there was a man at the treeline. The night after that, a different man was already asleep on my couch — like he'd done it before. Like he'd been doing it for years. They admit everything. They don't apologize. And when I figured out which of them I should really be afraid of, I was already using the other two to bury him. I don't lock my door anymore. There's no point. There's a jar on my windowsill with my hair ties in it, and I keep it exactly where they left it. His Broken Little Bird is a dark why choose stalker romance with three men, one woman, and a door she decided to leave unlocked on purpose.