♦ ♦ ♦ I had a perfect life. The adoring husband, beautiful children, Everything most people can only dream about. But, if you're reading this, It's all over, The mask has fallen, I've been found out. Secrets have a way of coming out, They claw at you, threaten you, Hold you, prisoner, in your own mind. They keep you looking over your shoulder. How long can you remain Anonymous? ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ At first, you try not to notice the obvious things. You lock the door and second guess yourself. You try to ignore the prickly sensation you get when the hairs at the back of your neck rise in caution. But you reach back and rub it, shake your shoulders and carry on. But you feel it, don't you? That inkling that someone is watching you, maybe even following you as you walk down the street, on your way to the train station or to the grocery sto...