UNDER SURVEILLANCE
I MET CHRIS* FOUR AND A HALF YEARS AGO. I’d moved down from Canberra and had been living in Melbourne for a few months. He left a beautiful note on my car with his name and details. My brother knew him; he worked in sales. I did my research and he was seemingly a nice guy. Even so, I was careful. We met for the first time in a public place. He was from the country, a wholesome single dad with family morals. I scrutinised him for a long time. I met his friends. This was a decent guy, I thought.
We were friends for about a year, gradually developing a romantic connection. He was totally different to any man I’d ever dated. My family and friends loved him. I loved him. We got engaged about a year and a
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