The account was Sarah's idea, presented on a Wednesday night with the energy of someone who had been sitting on it for a week and had finally decided the timing was right.
"I know what you're going to say before you say it," Sarah announced, setting her laptop on the kitchen table and turning it to face Mia. "Too aggressive. Too visible. Gives them something to attack. Makes you look like you're fighting in the wrong arena."
"That is exactly what I was going to say."
"What if it was completely anonymous?" Sarah tapped the screen. The handle was already created — she had built the account before making the pitch, which was very Sarah. *@TruthOnEchoTech.* No photo. A blank gray circle where a face should be. No bio. Nothing that pointed anywhere. "No commentary. No opinions. No editoriali
