“I’m afraid I’m being followed.”

So I’m the Executive Director at a synagogue. Many days the parking lot is empty other than a couple of cars. Since October 7. My dad has been begging me to drive home a different route each night out of fear that someone may follow me home. I hate that he is concerned in this way, and I hate even more that he might be right.

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