Shortly thereafter, Phil and I married on the beach in California a few days before Summer Slam. The next year was the best in my life. Phil had been the WWE champion for a full year, things between us had never been better. The good times seemed like it would go on forever.
Wrestlemania was in Miami and Raw would be there the night after. Phil and I had been granted a few days after Mania and were looking forward to it.
When we got back to Chicago after TV had finished, there was a package waiting on our doorstep with my name on it. It was a thick box with no return label on it. The postmark said Charleston, SC.
"Did you order anything?" Phil asked me.
"No but it has a Charleston postmark. Maybe Dad sent something without telling me."
I sat the box on the kitchen table and opened it up.
"What the hell is this?" I asked.
Inside was a thick scrapbook with my picture on the cover. I looked over at Phil then lifted it from the box. I opened it up, seeing pictures of me from when I was 18.
"Is it from your dad?" Phil asked, peaking around my shoulder.
I flipped to the next page and it was a picture of me with Kevin Saunders. Dropping the scrapbook, I took a step back, my face losing color.
"It's not from Dad." I said quietly.
Phil snatched the scrapbook up and flipped through it.
"You need to see this." Phil said, softly.
I carefully took it from his hands. There were pictures of me leading up to Kevin's attack on me from years ago. Then there was a clipped newspaper article of the attack. There were more clipped pictures of me in the WWE. There were pictures of me around various locations that looked to be very recent. The last page had a picture of Phil and me standing on the stage at Wrestlemania in Miami. A torn ticket stub from Mania was next to the picture. "See you soon." was scribbled to the side of the page.
"No, no no no no!" I exclaimed, throwing down the book and backing away from it.
Phil wrapped his arms around me as hot tears stained my face.
"It'll be okay. I'm not going to let him get to you." He said soothingly.
I buried my face in his chest, tears coming down harder now.
"I promise you, I won't let him near you."
"He already has, Phil. Look at those pictures. Those are pictures of us from two weeks ago while on one of our runs. He was near us and we didn't see him. How did he find me? I moved into this apartment after he was sent to jail. Why wasn't I told he was released?" I demanded to know.
Phil hugged me tighter to him. I could tell the same thoughts occurred to him too.
"I promise you, I will find out." He assured me.