2 / I Kept Coming Home to a Toothpick in the Lock—Instead of Calling the Police, I Took
Josh returned with another toothpick. Connor flung the door open mid-act and growled, “You must be the toothpick fairy.” Josh ran. We confronted him in the driveway, where he admitted he’d been sabotaging my lock just to “help” me and win me back. Romantic? No. Psychotic? A little. I didn’t call the cops. I posted…