I Posted My Wedding Photos on Facebook for the First Time – the Next Day, a Stranger Messaged Me: ‘Run from Him!’

I met Alison at a diner off the highway. She was older than me by at least a decade. She had kind eyes and no makeup. She didn’t hug me or shake my hand. She just pushed a folder across the table.

“It’s all public record, hon,” she said. “I didn’t hack into anything. Most people just don’t know how to look.”

Inside the folder were copies of the accident report, a scanned version of Ben’s license suspension, and Rachel’s obituary. The official crash summary didn’t list her name, just “female passenger.”

“I didn’t hack into anything.”

Alison leaned forward slightly.