“My Boyfriend’s Father Would Stare Into My Eyes Every Time He Saw Me. One Evening, He Said, ‘If Anyone Ever Hurts You, Call Me First.’ The Way He Looked at Me Made Me Uncomfortable… But Then He Added Something That Left Me Frozen.”

about my mother’s name.

After that day, I began watching Robert more carefully.

And the more attention I paid, the stranger his behavior seemed.

Whenever Jake left the room, Robert talked to me longer.

One day, he asked what town I had grown up in. Another time, he asked whether my father was still alive. I froze.

I knew almost nothing about my father. My mother had always told me that he had left when I was very young.

“He wasn’t part of our lives,” I answered shortly.

Robert’s expression changed.

“Is that what your mother told you?”

At that exact moment, Jake came back into the room, and the conversation ended. That night, I seriously considered telling

Jake everything. But what was I supposed to say?

“I think your father looks at me strangely”?

Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe I was reading too much into his behavior.

Then,