The sixth woman disappeared the morning after telling my father she wanted to see him again, and that was when I stopped believing it was coincidence. My name is Lola, and Dad had spent 12 years alone after losing my mother before finally joining a dating app. At first, I was thrilled to see him smiling again. He met kind women—a librarian, a bakery owner, an animal-shelter volunteer—and every date seemed to go wonderfully. Yet by sunrise, each woman had stopped calling, texting, or answering him completely. Dad started blaming himself and slowly became the quiet, withdrawn man he had been after Mom was gone. Desperate to understand what was happening, I asked my best friend Rachel to go on one date with him and tell me exactly what she noticed.
Rachel called afterward and said Dad had been funny, respectful, and completely normal. She had even agreed to dinner the following Friday. The next morning, however, my calls went unanswered until a strange text finally arrived: “Don’t contact me. Please.” When we met later, Rachel showed me what had frightened her—anonymous messages containing a photograph of her leaving the restaurant with Dad, her home address, workplace, and even a private family secret involving her brother Graham. Someone had clearly been watching her. Dad’s home-security footage eventually showed a hooded figure near his driveway that same evening, and one tiny detail in the recording suddenly gave me a name I never expected.
