The previous evening Lifetime debuted their film At the End of the Tunnel. This is not to be mistaken for Seventeen and Missing or Gone Missing or whatever other Lifetime film with “missing” or the number seventeen in the title (and that’s a ton). This is shockingly just the second “at 17” Lifetime motion picture I’ve audited, and the last one was right around a year prior.
Since my survey of Stalked at 17 laid out the numerous lessons I learned while watching each of them seventeen I thought I’d bear on the custom and do likewise here. I’ll bring these lessons with me for whatever is left of my life. Or possibly for two or three days.