Min Joo

For many months now, Min Joo had a feeling she was being followed.  Every morning, when she left her house, she checked all the closets and under the sink.  She looked up and down the block six times in each direction before getting into her car.  She showed up to all of her classes a half an hour early but entered seconds before the bell to make sure no one was behind her.  She didn't see any of this as a problem but merely a fact of life.