I'm not paranoid

Long days on set of The Wicked. We get worked to the bone, then are given a day off. So, I recently got a place closer to the city. Having a home base helps ground me. It's quite lovely. It's an older building that's been renovated. Original wood floors, crown molding and with high ceilings. Mum would be proud.

I feel the need to say something though: I'm not paranoid.

I think he's following me - the man from the hotel lobby. I went on a run around my place in the city, and I saw him. Just walking down the street. Staring at me. I wanted to freeze, but I was too scared. In fact, I may have run faster.

I think I need to hire a body guard. Only Warren knows about all this and he suggested someone - a man named Marcel. I've scheduled to meet with him tomorrow. He would have to be someone I can trust.

Maybe I'm overreacting...