If you're reading this, I've gone missing. I close the binder I've been writing in, and walk into the living room. As I stare out of the window at your house next door, I think about all the things I stand to lose if someone comes for me. My handsome, loving husband, who has no idea what I've done. My family, who have supported me no matter what. This beautiful home near the ocean, where I thought I would be safe. Everyone says that I'm paranoid,...