Calling 911
With trembling hands, I called 911, hoping they could do something about this outrageous behavior. The operator sounded sympathetic but informed me it was a civil matter, not a criminal one.
This wasn’t the answer I hoped for. Frustration surged through me as I realized I was on my own with this mess.
Confronting Leo directly was out of the question—he was downright creepy, and I didn’t feel safe. I needed to think of another approach.