Chapter 5: The Cloud
Grant was careful with his phone, but he was careless with everything else.
He used the same password for almost everything — a variation of our wedding date. He kept a folder on his computer called “Private” that contained every video he had ever filmed of me.
He never changed the password on his business accounts. He never suspected that I logged into his charity foundation’s records from the old tablet I kept hidden in the linen closet.
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Every time he hit me, I gained another reason to keep going.
Every bruise became another piece of the case I was building against him.
