The Driver Who Knew Everything
I got into a ride‑share after my car broke down and the driver called me by my full name - my private middle name - and then told me he’d been waiting for this ride.
I ran.
I’m still running.
I’m telling this because it happened to me and because I need other women to hear what can happen when a stranger knows more than they should.
One ordinary Tuesday night my car died on the M2. A black Audi arrived, the driver said my name like he owned it, and then he started reciting details about my life that no app should know. When I tried to get out, the door was locked. I escaped by throwing myself…
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